I’ve mentioned before how my grandma has quite a talent in preparing suitably for an oncoming Hutchy horde. Being a rather large lot, and one that delights particularly in the joy of eating, this mostly means one thing: food. A very, very large amount of food. We converge en masse upon my grandparents’ house a couple of times a year – and aside from calculating and cooking dinners like an absolute catering pro, Granny does a damn fine job of making sure we’re very well looked after in the so-called ‘look after yourself’ lunch (if you haven’t managed to snag any delicious, delicious dinner leftovers) and snack department. You’re likely to find the freezer chock-full with homemade soups, sausage rolls, spaghetti Bolognese, zucchini slice and cakes galore. There is usually also enough Zooper Doopers to feed an army.
There’s one thing, however, that especially embodies Granny’s seemingly ever-stocked kitchen. That thing is NeverEnding Slice.
Granny has been making this slice for years. We didn’t always call it NeverEnding Slice, but I can’t quite remember what we called it before. And yet there is definitely a point I can recall – I think sometime, perhaps, in my early teens – when this slice was re-dubbed and it suddenly took on a kind of legendary status in our family. According to my own memory, I think myself as the one who coined the clever name. I loved (still love, obviously) the slice, and remember one day announcing to my grandma that it almost felt as though this baked good had magical replenishing powers. This was a time when the family home was relatively close to my grandparents’ house, and so we visited quite regularly. And that circular slice container atop the freezer always seemed to be full, no matter how much we ate. (A lot.)
There’s definitely the possibility that my claim to the naming of NeverEnding Slice is a sham, but that’s how I remember it. I guess it was a family effort in the end: the name caught on because we all realised and agreed that this humble little slice was something special. I’ve tried to make NeverEnding Slice a few times in the past, but it never turned out quite like Granny’s. The texture was always off. This time, however, I’ve done my best (and nagged Granny with a lot of silly questions) to obtain her exact method. And I’m so happy to finally get it right! Now, I suppose a little bit of the magic is revealed: it’s dead easy. NeverEnding Slice has four ingredients, only needs to be hand-mixed and is in the oven in minutes. And then out again in just fifteen more. I think my early failures occurred in attempt to somehow complicate things – but honestly, the simplest way is the best way here.
May the NeverEnding Slice add a little magic to your own kitchen! x
- 125g butter, melted
- 1 cup self-raising flour
- 1/2 cup white sugar
- 1 tbsp cocoa powder
- 1 1/2 cups icing sugar
- 1 heaped tbsp cocoa powder
- 1 tbsp / 14g butter, melted
- 1. Preheat the oven to 180°C. Grease a small baking pan. Grandma uses a metal baking pan; I don't have an appropriately sized metal pan, but find that my 6x9-inch ceramic baking dish does the trick!
- 2. Whisk together dry ingredients in a bowl.
- 3. Using a wooden spoon, stir in melted butter. Mix until incorporated.
- 4. Press the slice mix into your greased pan, forming an even layer.
- 5. Bake in oven for 15 minutes.
- 1. Prepare to ice while slice is still hot and in the pan.
- 2. Combine all ingredients in a small bowl. Gradually add and mix in dashes of boiling water until a smooth, spreadable consistency is achieved.
- 3. Spread icing evenly over slice. Top with sprinkles.
- 4. Allow slice to cool further in pan before cutting (also whilst still in pan). Store slice pieces in an airtight container. Enjoy!