No-Cook Chocolate Traybake

What it is about being crazy in love and the desire to eat myself comatose?

I’ve had the luxury of having my boyfriend to stay this week, which gives me perfect the excuse to cook (and eat) the most ridiculous amount of food. More specifically, it’s the perfect chance attempt eating my own weight in chocolate.

Left to my own devices, I swear I usually eat pretty healthy, but when lovely boyfriend is over, I just want to be cuddled up in my duvet eating horrible amounts of chocolate traybakes to the dulcet tones of Kevin McCloud (Grand Designs, great TV).

These super-simple, lazy-ass chocolate traybakes are perfect for when you couldn’t be bothered to make anything that takes effort, or, God forbid, requires your to get out of your PJs.

Guaranteed favourite.

No-Cook Choccy Traybake


Cocoa Powder 3Tbs
(Milk/Dark) Chocolate 300g
Rich Tea Biscuits 250g
Golden Syrup 3-4Tbs
Margarine 250g

Glass/Pyrex Bowl
Baking Tray 3-4cm Depth
Mixing Spoon


1. Crush Rich Tea biscuits finely.

2. Melt marg in a saucepan on low heat, and add cocoa power, crushed biscuits, syrup. Mixture together thoroughly

3. Pour this sticky biscuit base into a baking tray with 3-4cm depth, and press down gently to help it set solidly.

4. Rinse the saucepan (or use another) to bring a 4cm depth of water to a steady boil – place the glass bowl on-top.

5. Tip in chunks of chocolate to bowl and melt for topping. When melted spread over the biscuit base.

6. Put the tray into the fridge to cool for 15-20mins.

Now, boil that kettle and brew yourself a cuppa. It’s traybake time.


Wishing you all chocolatey joy,


Little Adventures: “Since I Can Remember…”


Ever since I can remember, my grandparents have set out their breakfast on a tray the night before. 

Certain things are changing as they get older; they’ve updated from pixelated ceefax to a swish Ipad, can skype and facetime like no-one’s buisness, and are getting pretty nifty at the ol’ internet banking. But at the same time, they’ve downgraded from two cars to one, their friend circles are smaller (and shrinking), important information gets misplaced, and little things are getting more and more difficult to remember.

Now that I can’t just pop in the car and round the corner to see them, when I do, I find myself cataloguing both their routines and it’s changes. It’s wonderful seeing my grandparents adapt the 21st century, but simultaneously surreal – and sometimes terrifying – to see their habits curbed and memories get buried as time goes on. Perhaps paradoxically, I feel closer to them than when I was younger and around every weekend; I am both more in love with the moments in their house that crystallise my childhood than ever, yet also, more in tune with the people they are now.

Wherever I travel, I like to know my grandparents’ routine is still going; it’s one that’s kept them prepared for tomorrow. I know there’s museli under the saucers, with a shake of white sugar, the kettle filled ready to boil and tomorrow’s half-cup sufficiency of tea is perpetually on the way.



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From the ‘Little Adventures‘ photoblog.

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