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Shortbread Jammies


I made three batches of shortbread in the run-up to Christmas. Then, I just got bored and saved the dough in the freezer.

Here it's reincarnated for a sudden butter and sugar craving. First I shaped it into rounds, then pressed with my thumb to form a dent I filled with blackcurrant jam straight out of Kissan's new easy squeezy tube.

In the oven at 180C for 30 minutes, and the yummiest cookies in the world!

Comments

Srivalli said…
wow..they sure look so pretty..I am keeping myself motivated ok..:)..still thanks again!
hmmmm....you could have passed them to me if you got bored of it dear..he he...just kidding...
those jammies look yummy
CurryLeaf said…
Yumm one of my favourite cookies Simran.Looks great
Its always wonderful to have something when the mood is right. Happy New Year Simran. Looking at blogs after a very long time.
Ranjani said…
They look perfectly gorgeous!!
Sheetal Kiran said…
Mmmm ... hmm ... hmmm ... these look divinely cute Simran!
Rachel said…
They look so pristine...Long time since I've been here...how have you been?
Anonymous said…
how sweet are those shortbreads! must taste amazing as well!
Unknown said…
Yum.. these look like they must have baked up into wonderful little things! Did you love them?
Karina said…
Thanks for the comment. These shortbread jammies look very appetizing. I'll be following your blog.

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