These little babies are quick, kitsch and festive – a magical trifecta in my books.
You just use Chocolate Royal biscuits – at least that’s what they’re called here in Australia. I feel sure everyone must have something similar, and if you don’t, perhaps contact your local political members to address that abuse of your basic human rights.
They are biscuit discs topped with jam then marshmallow and dipped in chocolate.
They remind me so strongly of my paternal Grandmother, Isabella, who ALWAYS had a plastic Tupperware container of Chocolate Royals in her neat-as-a-pin kitchen cupboard. They were such a treat and after we had chosen one she would carefully replace the lid, slowly squeezing the air out fastidiously, and tuck them away again. A soothing ritual, of which she had many.
She would love these I think. Just drizzle some white chocolate over the top, pop on a Jaffa and some chopped up green jubes for leaves and Bob, as they say, will be your uncle.
The girls loved helping me with these (as you can well imagine) and it’s something kids can do almost entirely on their own – perhaps just with help to melt the white choc if yours, as mine, are still just a mite short to reach the microwave.
And I have to tell ya, they’ve been the first thing to go at every function they’ve made an appearance at – both for kids and adults! And I may or may not have eaten 50 bajillion of them myself. Nostalgia is a powerful force.