Biscuits
225g (8oz) butter
225g (8oz) sugar
1 egg
2 tablespoons golden syrup
450g (1lb) flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
5 teaspoons cinnamon
3 teaspoons ginger
Icing
11/2 cups icing sugar
2 tablespoons water
Red food colouring
Raspberry jam
1. Cream the butter and sugar. Add the egg and golden syrup.
2. Combine the flour, baking powder and spices. Mix into the butter mixture. Roll out to about 1cm thick on a floured surface and cut into rounds.
3. Bake on a greased baking tray in a 180C oven for 10 minutes. Leave to cool.
4. Make the icing by beating together icing sugar and water. Add a couple of drops of red food colouring to make the icing a lovely shade of pink.
5. Divide the biscuits into two equal batches. Ice one batch with the pink icing. Spread the other batch with raspberry jam. Place an iced biscuit on top of a jam biscuit to join together.
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