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Bonfire Treacle Toffee
Serves: 3lb
Prep time: 5 mins
Cooking time: 40 mins
Total time: 45 mins
Skill level: Bit of effort
Ingredients
-350g (12oz) butter or margarine
-225g (8oz) black treacle
-450g (1lb) dark brown sugar
-397g can condensed milk
Method:
-Grease a 23 x 30.5cm (9 x 12 inch) baking tin.
-Melt the butter in a non-stick pan. Add the treacle, sugar and milk.
Bring slowly to the boil and simmer for 35-40 minutes, stirring constantly to a temperature of 132°C (270°F), using a sugar thermometer.
-Pour into the tin. Chill until set, turn out the Bonfire toffee and break into pieces using a rolling pin or hammer.
By Carnation Condensed Milk
Read more at www.goodtoknow.co.uk/recipes/5…
Serves: 3lb
Prep time: 5 mins
Cooking time: 40 mins
Total time: 45 mins
Skill level: Bit of effort
Ingredients
-350g (12oz) butter or margarine
-225g (8oz) black treacle
-450g (1lb) dark brown sugar
-397g can condensed milk
Method:
-Grease a 23 x 30.5cm (9 x 12 inch) baking tin.
-Melt the butter in a non-stick pan. Add the treacle, sugar and milk.
Bring slowly to the boil and simmer for 35-40 minutes, stirring constantly to a temperature of 132°C (270°F), using a sugar thermometer.
-Pour into the tin. Chill until set, turn out the Bonfire toffee and break into pieces using a rolling pin or hammer.
By Carnation Condensed Milk
Read more at www.goodtoknow.co.uk/recipes/5…
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