
A couple of years ago, we started routinely sending treats to school for Big Boy’s mates – a tradition that became known as “Feed the Friends Friday”. One of his good friends, Gabby AKA The Screaming Mongoose, was particularly enamoured with the marshmallow cookies, although they would often overload his system. “Celia, they’re really great, but they make me mental in period seven..” (which was how long it took the sugar to kick in from the cookie he’d eaten at lunch time).
Last week, his older brother George made butterscotch bars and marshmallow cookies from the recipes here and sent a sample home with Big Boy for us to try. They were delicious, and what you see above is all that was left by the time I thought to take a photo. George made eighty marshmallow cookies for his church bake sale, which astonishes me – I get exhausted making a batch of twenty!
I can’t tell you how chuffed I am by this – George is all of nineteen years old and he was able to decipher my recipes. I know that actually says more about the man than anything else, but I’d like to think it says a little bit about the recipes too. Thanks George, you’ve made my day!






