My Granny’s Flapjacks

When we left Kenya and returned to Scotland, my mother’s mother came to live with us full-time. I was particularly fond of this granny, partly because she was a wonderful baker. Whenever it was school holidays, she would fetch her little handwritten recipe book from her bedside drawer and take over the kitchen for several days, filling stacks of tins with raisin-packed rock buns; moist, chewy chocolate brownies; old-fashioned melt-in-your-mouth gingerbread; and delectable cinnamon-spiced em