by Andy Morris for £6.00
25th July 2006
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Next a collegue (a co-conspiritor now!) got the "buiscuit" out the oven. apparently it wasn't adapted enough from it's scone ancestry and still smelt (and tasted) distinctly scone-ish. BUT IT'S ALL GOOD! - we were on a roll (and a sugar high) now!. A bit of cosmetic trimming (let's face it - we've all considered it! - but never had the guts!) and we're ready to rock.
No time to loose - the night is drawing in and the shift is close to ending. Next was the marshmellow-y goodness. Being artistic and constructive people, we made a wall out of the white marshmallows we had, constructing the 2 rows. Then the messy part - we nuked the pink marshmallows in the microwave for around a minute, and what we ended up with was a flourescent pink, very sweet, tarmac like substance. Seriously, this thing was like moulten lava and stuck to any surface, they could end wars with this stuff.
Eventually we covered the white walls in sticky pink goo - making our two marshmallow rows.
The jam was actually the easy bit - we went for seedless raspberry jam, we felt strawberry was so common, and your nan would never have had something as common as strawberry jam in her cupboard.
Finally the finishing touch, the sweetened coconut flakes, just for the ultimate pimpage.
Tonight the pimp lives in the work fridge, tomorrow it will be sacrificed to the clients that we work with. Long live the Marshmellow Biscuit Impretza Sti, and all who munch on her.