Hi, my name’s Olga and I’m a chocoholic, there I said it.
Yes, I am one of those people that could eat chocolate for breakfast, lunch and dinner, gosh even cooking chocolate looks good at 2 am in the morning.
I don’t know where my addiction to chocolate started, what I do remember is being in primary school and we were given individual tasks of cooking a sweet treat. Guess what I got Chocolate Crackles. Colour me happy did I hear chocolate.
For the rest of the day all I heard was chocolate, chocolate, chocolate.
Now here’s what’s wrong with this task clearly, my 6-year-old self-had no idea about.
Judging my by surname my parents are not Australian born
I wasn’t a contestant on Junior Masterchef actually, it didn’t even exist back then, I’d never cooked a thing beside toast. Push a button and wholah !
The look on my mothers face when I said we have to make Chocolate Crackles was a Mastercard commercial - priceless.
My parents could barely speak English let alone cook some dish they couldn't pronounce. “What is them Chocolate
Krakles?” “What do you do with these?”. Eat them that’s what you do with them.
Parents offer to make some European delicacy as a replacement - yeah cos that so going to win every 6-year-old over at school. Was my name not weird enough!
Mum refuses to make them (insert visual of a small child with a bowl haircut kicking, screaming and a bucket load of tears, I was the perfect child really). Well makes sense when she has no idea what this child of her’s is asking in the first place. This is a common theme growing up, that blank look of, what on earth is this child talking about! It's still there today. I’m sure she thinks where did she go wrong with this one.
I had no idea what Chocolate Crackles were either. All I heard was chocolate.
Brainwave, next door neighbour is a Girl Guides leader, after a persisting doorbell ring I had a handwritten recipe in my hot little sweaty hands on the proviso I would join GG’s (Girl Guides) as I called it, and yes I did join only because I got to make stuff. I was like Charlie from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory I had my golden ticket.
In 48hrs I had thrown a few tantrums, almost broken the next door neighbours doorbell, joined girl guides and manipulated my dad to buy all the ingredients to make my Chocolate Crackles.
So the kid with the weird name and European parents goes to school with wonky looking Chocolate Crackles and an addiction to chocolate continues.
In all things caring is sharing, please see the recipe for Chocolate Crackles below, who said you had to be a kid to enjoy Chocolate Crackles. And for those that are not chcolahilics, the Anya Hindmarch Rice Bubbles-esk clutch is warrant enough to purchase to hold onto those childhood memories.
4 cups Kellogg's® Rice Bubbles®
1 cup icing sugar
1 cup desiccated coconut
3 Tbsp cocoa
250g copha®* chopped In a large bowl, mix the Kellogg's® Rice Bubbles®, icing sugar, cocoa & coconut. Slowly melt the copha® in a saucepan over a low heat. Allow to cool slightly. Add to Rice Bubbles mixture, stirring until well combined. Spoon mixture into paper patty cases and refrigerate until firm.
Thanks for reading our second blog post, I’m really looking forward to sharing more things about myself, family, celebrations, nostalgia.
– Check out that bowl haircut
– Neat handwriting for the creative child who barely knew how to spell Chocolate Crackles.
– Look at me sharing, pretty proud as punch.
Disclaimer: This was not a paid post by Kellog’s, Mastercard, Junior Masterchef of Girl Guides. Girl Guides kinda rocked anyway, I still have my uniform.
Thanks and much love.