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Chocolate Chip Slice

This was chosen by Carolyn as the snack for our Thursday work day. Each week the three of us meet on Thursday to work and we eat cake, or biscuits or slice. This is a pleasurable state of affairs and usually means that I get to try various recipes out on Ying and Carolyn. Both of whom are very agreeable and welcoming Guinea Pigs.

No strawberries were harmed in the making of this slice. That's not true, three were eaten.

I couldn't actually envision this one and wondered if it was going to be a bit like a sort of extended choc chip cookie.  This is a very easy recipe to make, and it turns out very well and yes, it's like an extended choc chip cookie. Which is quite a good thing.

Sexier, more chippy angle

Here's the recipe. 
(From Woolworths Good taste baking booklet)

Choc-chip Slice
150 g butter room temp
100 grams castor sugar
1 tsp vanilla essence
2 eggs
250gms of choc buds
110gms almond meal
75 gms plain flour
75gms self raising flour
1 Tbs milk
80gms white choc (for topping)

Preheat oven to 160cel and grease and line a lamington tray (approx 16 x 26cm)
Beat the butter and sugar together until they are pale and creamy, add the vanilla and one egg, beat well. Add the second egg and beat well. Add all the rest of the ingredients and stir in. The mix will be quite heavy and stiff.
Spread the mix in the tray and level it out. Bake for 30 mins or when a skewer comes out clean (it took about 28 mins for me).

Cool in tray. Melt the white choc and lace across the top of the slice.

Eat. Burp.

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