Salam Hari Raya - Arabian Nights Cookies

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        Hello and Happy Ramadhan. The excitement of Eid has begun as Ramadhan reaches its final week. The colours of Eid can be seen everywhere...from the malls, mosques, clothes, bazaar and of course the food.

        On the first few days of Eid, tables are always laden with food. I always head for the cookie jars first, carefully trying to select the tastiest ones. Many times, I was deceived by the colourful and fancy appearance of the cookies. I remember those days when cookies were simpler and require less ingredients.

        Still, they were delicious. I myself, never fail to make and sell cookies each year. I would always try to create new recipes and new looks to get not only delicious but strikingly attractive cookies. Ironically, I myself would fill our cookie jars with simple and traditional cookies, sometimes with a different twist.

        Let me share with you one of the simplest Raya cookies that has always been the family's favourite- The Arabian night cookies. 

        Firstly, beat 300g ghee oil, 150g butter and 450g fine sugar until well mixed. Then add 900g of flour. Divide into 3 portions. Add a colour that you desire into each portion and knead thoroughly. Take a small amount of dough of each colour and roll into a ball.

        Bake in a preheated oven 180C. While the cookies are still hot, roll them onto fine sugar. Place each in a paper cup and store in a tight container. 

       These lovely colourful cookies are not only eye-catching on the table but taste great as well!
    

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