The coffee wore off by mid-afternoon today, but Nick was still going strong; to keep up, I made a pot of tea and a batch of oat cakes.
If you are familiar with Walker's Highland Oatcakes, than these are virtually identical, which thrills me--as I know it will my sister, mother, and father--because we all four love our afternoon tea accompanied by a plate of jam-slathered oat cakes. Moreover, Walker's oat cakes are hard to find in stores--so cravings must be coordinated with mail-order shipments.
If you have never tried traditional oat cakes, a mild caution: oat cakes are not sweet like cookies, nor crisp like crackers. So what are they, and why on earth would you want to eat them? The answer is that they are the perfect vehicles for jams, honeys, cheeses, butter, Nutella, or any other schmear that comes to mind. Two topped "cakes,' especially in the company of two cups of tea, is just what every weary and/or famished soul needs to power through the afternoon. Sold? I hope so. Enjoy the last few hours of the weekend!