“Is there a future?” I ask the air as I stare into the last few drops of wine. I smile as a thought comes to me: the man that wasn’t there yesterday is not there again today.

Now, if my ex-boss had not been there, it would be a different story. I’d not be sitting at home with no good prospects of an income, to start with.

I shrug. Mum used to say that, when things looked bad, the best thing to do is eat. Or cook, or bake.

So, first, find the ingredients –
Butter: check!
Sugar: check!
Flour: check!
Corn flakes: check!
Dried shredded coconut: check!
Cocoa powder: check!
Walnuts: check!


Hmm. No eggs…
But there’s some icing sugar.

Okay: now, what did Mum say to do? Cream the butter, sugar, some cocoa powder, the cornflakes with a fair dollop of the coconut. Right! Got that. Not bad tasting, I think.

Now, heat up the oven. Yeah, that should be about right.

Okay. Now ladle the stuff out – good-sized clumps all over the baking tray. Great! Just enough space.

Icing? Yeah! The icing sugar, some more cocoa and hot water. Blend until the mixture is smooth.

Right, spread it on the biscuits. Haven’t used the walnuts yet, so one walnut half per cookie. There’s still some coconut shreds left, so dip the bikkie into it, right on the icing.

MMMMMMMMMMMMM!

Mum was right!

Things do look better when you can enjoy a glass of wine with an Afghan!

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