A four-day weekend. Rain rain rain. Time to get a-baking with my eldest mini-beast. The grandspoilers gave us some dinosaur cookie cutters so we decided we'd make dinosaur biscuits. Only what looked like stegasauri and Tyrannosaurus Reges when we cut them out and plopped them on the baking tray looked like this when they came out.
The plopping should have given me a clue. I think if you want your biscuit dough to keep its shape during baking it should probably not plop. Plopping aside they tasted pretty yummy. So for future batches we abandonned the dinosaurs and went for biscuit-shaped biscuits. They didn't taste any better but they looked slightly more presentable.
In fact the biscuits were so yummy they didn't even get time to cool properly before they all went tummyside.
If you look carefully you can see where Matilda has tucked her last biscuit under the plate. Hidden from prying little O fingers. However, being as she's nice, she did give O a bit in the end.
And he also gave them his seal of approval.