Melting Moments

 Melting Moments


• 142g Lard or coconut oil, veg oil

• 85g Margarine 

• 170g caster sugar, 85g Stevia

• 284g of Self raising flour or bread flour with 4 teaspoons of baking powder

• ½ egg, probably a whole will be fine

• Oats

• I teaspoon of vanilla essence

• Glace cherries

Cream fats and sugar, beat in egg. Work in flour and vanilla essence. Roll into balls and cover with oats or cornflakes.  Place on greased tray and press out gently. Put glace cherry in middle if using.

Bake in a moderate oven (180c) for 15 – 20 mins cool on tray before removing 


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