tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49862972614103972332024-03-14T02:24:59.866+00:00Housewife ChicUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986297261410397233.post-9533573187780079692010-06-23T15:48:00.005+01:002010-06-24T19:53:58.236+01:00World Cup Fever - The Menu<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wasn't even going to bother with posting about the England match today, but as Defoe just scored I will join the hundreds of sweaty fans who are suddenly forgetting their criticism of <a href="http://www.theregister.co.uk/2010/06/17/adidas_jabulani/">the ball</a>, <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/world_cup_2010/8737775.stm">the pitch</a>, <a href="http://www.twtd.co.uk/news.php?storyid=16591&usg=AFQjCNGD9FyPAXoYKpcKwfxXu8P1QyXVuA">the humidity</a>, the <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/sport/football/world-cup-2010/7826995/World-Cup-2010-anti-vuvuzela-filter-could-cancel-out-noise-of-horns.html">vuvuzelas</a> and <a href="http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/standard-sport/worldcup/article-23848284-despite-all-the-problems-its-best-fabio-capello-stays-put.do">the manager</a>of just a few moments ago and instead cheering and singing - We did it once (albeit 50 years ago!) and we can do it again... and with just 60 mins left to play we'll see who is singing at the end of the match.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I made this little garland during the first match - I am not one for emblazoning my allegiances across my car, face and home normally (and to be honest my allegiances very rarely lie in British soil anyway) - I thought I better share it now because I am not sure it will still be hanging this afternoon.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm thinking of replacing it with a Wimbledon themed one - I haven't picked my favourites this year so I can't get disheartened just yet - or maybe a red white and blue one for Fourth of July?</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">(on a side note we will be celebrating independence day at <a href="http://www.thepaperedparlour.co.uk/index.php?pid=30&subid=64">The Papered Parlour</a>)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, back to football, or more importantly, food.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ahh Slovenia, here is what <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slovenian_cuisine">Wikipedia </a>unappetisingly said about your nations cuisine:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">'A typical dish is "Aleluja" (Halleluyah), soup made from turnip peels and a well-known dish during fasting' </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sounds delish, no?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I checked back with Food Network who suggested lurid pink Summer Borscht, which quite frankly looks like what you throw up after one too many alcopops and is scarily unappealing. Ditt cabbage rolls.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The other offering is chilled cucumber soup which not only sounds right up my street but also refreshingly appropriate for today's sweltering heat. Happily I click away on the link, to be met with the following:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Hmm, the page you're looking for can't be found." - I went looking for a website offering delicious Slovenian cuisine and apparently this page does not exist. The error message also mentions:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"It may have been eaten by our server." - well at least someone will get to taste some Sloven food today!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And while tennis doesn't lend itself to culinary exploration the way that international footbal does, what could be more iconic than Strawberries and Cream and Robinsons fruit squash?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We will be attacking Wimbledon from all angles:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I will be wearing <a href="http://www.domesticsluttery.com/2010/06/outfit-pick-picnic-perfect.html">this outfit</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Strawberries and cream gets <a href="http://giverslog.com/?p=8507">an update here</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Quintessential Summer - <a href="http://www.viewlondon.co.uk/pubsandbars/pimms-no-1-cup-feature-996.html">Pimms cocktails</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">England in the Summertime? <a href="http://www.dailycandy.com/all-cities/article/76144/London-Undercover-Umbrellas">You'll be needing one of these</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and <a href="http://www.wanderings.net/notebook/Main/Blog1">Wii Tennis</a> for those rained off moments</a href=""></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So this is a second attempt at a Father's Day post - with cupcakes and all.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">All dads like Guinness. In fact I'd go so far as to say that noone but dads like Guinness. Like James May and Saturday afternoons spent 'pottering', Guinness is a daddio pre-req. Both of my dads like Guinness and all my grandads too. David is also a fan - though he drank it long before he was a dada - and come to think of it little V is quite fond of licking the froth of the top of a pint too - remember that Boddington's advert with Melanie Sykes?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had bookmarked some Guinness baking recipes for St Patricks Day but what with moving house I forgot all about it. So Guinness cake for Father's Day was born. Only a whole cake just doesn't seem right, cupcakes are much more... festive.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is a Nigella recipe, from 'Feast' I think, only I was a bit nervous about jigging round with it to make a cupcake version (since reading Delia's 'How to Cook' I am religiously following recipes with much better results than ever before) - enter <a href="http://patentandthepantry.wordpress.com/2009/05/06/guinness-chocolate-cupcakes/">Patent and the Pantry</a> a delicious eye-candy food blog that reminds me a lot of the domestic goddess herself - something about the scarlet peeptoes in the masthead pushes all my buttons.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chocolate Guinness Cupcakes</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">250 ml Guinness </div><div style="text-align: justify;">110g unsalted butter, cut into chunks </div><div style="text-align: justify;">170g unsweetened cocoa powder </div><div style="text-align: justify;">450g granulated sugar </div><div style="text-align: justify;">175 ml sour cream </div><div style="text-align: justify;">2 large eggs, room temperature </div><div style="text-align: justify;">1 tbsp vanilla extract </div><div style="text-align: justify;">200g all-purpose flour </div><div style="text-align: justify;">2½tsp baking soda </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Icing:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">250 g cream cheese </div><div style="text-align: justify;">100g icing sugar </div><div style="text-align: justify;">2 tbsp whipping cream </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Preheat oven to 350°F (180°C). Line two 12-cup muffin pans with paper liners. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pour the Guinness into a large saucepan, add butter and heat at medium-low until melted. Whisk in the cocoa powder and sugar, then remove from heat. In a small bowl, beat together the sour cream, eggs and vanilla. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pour into the slightly cooled Guinness-butter mixture. Whisk in the flour and baking soda. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Spoon batter into cupcake pan, so each liner is about three-quarters full. Bake for 15 to 18 minutes or until a tester comes out clean. Let cool in the pan, then remove to a rack to cool completely. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once completely cooled, make the icing. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Beat cream cheese and icing sugar until smooth. Add the whipping cream and beat again until it is thoroughly mixed and spreadable. Add more cream if you want a thinner icing. Spread onto cooled cupcakes.</div><div align="center" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">(my picture is a bit blurry and dark due to my black kitchen and the fact that I do all my baking at 10pm when Vin is sleeping... for better pics check out <a href="http://patentandthepantry.wordpress.com/2009/05/06/guinness-chocolate-cupcakes/">Patent and the Pantry</a>)</div><div style="text-align: center;">........................................</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986297261410397233.post-4293645351177439232010-06-19T08:56:00.006+01:002010-06-19T22:37:49.344+01:00Happy Day for Daddies<div style="text-align: justify;">I have to admit something, though I'm usually a fan of the handmade, I have completely cheated this father's day - I bought cards and instead of the delicious brunch in bed of with homemade granola and fruit juice cocktails that Vin's dada no doubt deserves I bought him tickets to the <a href="http://www.tastefestivals.com/london/">Taste of London Festival</a> tomorrow.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Buying cards was actually trickier than making them, not least because as well as a card for Vin to give to his daddy, I had to find suitable cards for my dads too. And between sappy sentiments and inaccurate platitudes every year I decide that the following year I am not only going to make my own cards, I am going to release a whole range of cards for modern families - "Best Dad in the World" just doesn't quite cut it for the father who I haven't spoken to in three months, while "Daddy's Girl" seems wholly inappropriate on a number of levels. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wonder if there is a market for "To my Sperm Donor" cards? I definitely know that my bespoke line of "Just because you're married to my mom doesn't mean you're my dad, but I have been told to get you a card anyway" father's day card would be a surefire hit with the non-nuclear family of the 21st century.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For years I have been wondering why someone can't just make cards saying "You're like a dad to me" or something similar - this covers a multitude of familial situations; grandfathers, step-dads, uncles etc - and not a cutesy bunny in sight.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's some Father's Day inspiration from around the web, just incase you don't want one of my custom cards:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Try some napkin origami with <a href="http://howaboutorange.blogspot.com/2010/06/fold-napkin-shirt-for-fathers-day.html">this how-to from How About Orange</a></a href=""> - entirely useless, but maybe that's an appropriate sentiment for certain daddies?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Side-note: it seems that Father's Day crafts are dominated with the shirt and tie combos of white collar professionals - wonder what Little V is supposed to craft for his dada who wears a fishnet tanktop and jazz shoes to work?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s942.photobucket.com/albums/ad270/charlottetp/?action=view¤t=mld105719_0610_dad2_xl.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i942.photobucket.com/albums/ad270/charlottetp/mld105719_0610_dad2_xl.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Food gifts seem to be popular, and can be personalised like these labels from <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/photogallery/fathers-day-gifts">Martha Stewart</a>. <a href="http://blonde-designs.squarespace.com/blonde-designs-blog/2010/6/16/easy-fathers-day-gift.html">Blonde Designs</a> showed a quick but stylish junk-food gift and I like the idea of gifting this <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/portal/site/mslo/menuitem.3a0656639de62ad593598e10d373a0a0/?vgnextoid=7c8a2cfa6862f010VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&vgnextfmt=default">homemade barbecue sauce</a> -</a href=""> but maybe not for my lifelong vegetarian papi.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And while D has banned me from buying him novelty items from Etsy (since a silkscreened octopus tie ended up in the charity bag), I can't resist this <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/49175466/mr-mustache-shaving-bag?ref=sr_list_27&ga_search_query=fathers+day&ga_search_type=all&ga_page=4&order=&includes[]=tags&includes[]=title">Mr Mustache Shaving Bag</a> - I am tempted to use it as a make-up bag:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today at the library Vin and I read a South African fable about a turtle because I felt it was my motherly duty to educate him about the host nation - he was very impressed to and only ate two of the books pages.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tonight I was stumped for an Algerian inspired supper - so poor is my geographical knowledge I had to Google to find out where it was, but that led to finding the <a href="http://foodnetwork.co.uk/">Food Network</a> website where I fell in love with their World Cuisine pages. They have recipe suggestions from all the competing nations. And that is how tonight's supper of sweet cous cous came about.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Sweet Couscous with Dried Fruit</strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In a saucepan mix 580ml water, 100g caster sugar, 40g dried cranberries, 60g dried apricots (chopped), 40g dried cherries (chopped) and bring to the boil, stirring to dissolve the sugar.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Take off heat, stir in 500g couscous and cover for 5-7 minutes (or until the couscous has absorbed all the liquid)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fluff up the couscous with a fork and stir in 60g toasted slivered almonds, drizzle with Olive Oil and serve</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Entirely perfect, plus you can get it done in extra time for a half-time snack. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm not a meat-eater but I'm sure it wouldn't be entirely inappropriate to serve this with a lamb tagine, I ate it straight from the bowl as a dessert style supper</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">While I love the old-school pencil lines on a wall or door frame, we move house too often for this to be a lasting record, instead you write the child's name date and age on the parcel tags and use a safety pin to pin it on the ribbon at the right height. Et voila - a permanent record that one day will make a lovely keepsake.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">(it seems to be doing the rounds of the blogosphere but the earliest source I can find is <a href="http://www.howtobearetronaut.com/2010/06/one-family-30-years/">here</a>)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am a bit obsessed with documenting time passing at the moment. Facing Vinny's first birthday I am left with a blurry fleeting memory of the last nine months, like the landscape that flicks before your eyes from a train window... but without a single full night of sleep.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wish I had started taking monthly photos of Vin like <a href="http://mycakies.blogspot.com/2010/06/soul-and-boogie.html">this mama</a> and <a href="http://makingitlovely.com/2010/05/29/thirteen-months-old-eleanors-monthly-photo/">this mama</a>. That's why I think these <a href="http://blonde-designs.squarespace.com/blonde-designs-blog/2009/10/20/baby-month-card-giveaway.html">Baby Month Cards</a> from Blonde Designs are a great idea. I would have taken bump pics using them too, had I had the forethought.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am putting together a photo-collage table display for one of the tables at Vin's birthday party, I plan to find pics from each month and line them up in frames or pegged up using one of <a href="http://www.ikea.com/gb/en/catalog/products/20079342">these Ikea curtain wires</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And because I am hoping Vincent will live up to his namesake and be a little artist when he's older, I could use it to display his artwork like <a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2010/02/displaying-and-cataloging-your-child%e2%80%99s-artwork.html">this mama does</a>:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986297261410397233.post-18091578258151095232010-06-17T22:10:00.001+01:002010-06-17T23:03:14.440+01:00Brick Lane Baby<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have been a terrible blogger lately. With like a million post ideas rattling around in my (newly shorn) head - yep that's right, I cut my hair mega short(!) - all I find myself doing is procrastinating.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last weekend I got over my fear of travelling the city with Vin and we headed into the East End.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is weird to think back on all the time I spent in London previously, I never enjoyed it. The crowds, the facelessness, the height and the speed (even the elevators move quicker) - it all made me feel very small. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I guess it shows how much those eyes and that mind have changed and grown, I recognised the shops and the streets but I drank it all in. The art and music and food - there was everything I love about Dam Square, the Champs Elysees and La Ramblas, but on my doorstep.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">London has always held a mystical romance for me, I guess in the same way that Americans think of it - quaint and Victorian. But the London I am experiencing now is that and so much more. A vibrant and pulsing collection of mini cities, each with their own background, in-crowd and soundtrack, connected by a multicoloured spaghetti mess of electric trains hidden deep under the ground. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We're going again this weekend, to see David in <a href="http://www.westendlive.co.uk/">Westend Live</a> on Saturday, and then to <a href="http://www.tastefestivals.com/london/">Taste of London</a> on Sunday for D's Father's day gift!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">I wish wish wish V was older and we could learn about the countries England are playing, we would colour flags and learn new words and dress-up. I wish wish wish D didn't have to work tonight then we could invite friends round to enjoy the game. I would serve an American banquet with pecan pie and hotdogs and milkshakes and cupcakes like this one from Martha Stewart found via <a href="http://amyatlas.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-memorial-day.html">Amy Atlas</a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Instead I enjoyed an American inspired supper of corn chowder and mini cheeseburger croutons:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and oh my it was nice. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The mini cheeseburgers were regular burgers that I trimmed using 1.5" cookie cutter, in mini buns (shop bought, but easy to make by rolling balls of bread dough and baking for a couple of minutes - Vin loves them!) with sweet gem lettuce, tiny squares of cheese and half a cherry tomato on top.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Tip: probably best to cut the burgers once defrosted and before cooking, mine looked somewhat butchered (ironic considering they were veggie-burgers)</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Sweetcorn chowder:</b><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">In a food processor blitz together 1kg sweetcorn, 7 spring onions, 2 cloves garlic, 50g semolina to a speckled mush - I under did mine somewhat because I lovlovelove sweetcorn and like them whole</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Scoop into pan and pour over 1.5 litres of stock, bring to boil and simmer 10 minutes - I poured off a lot of my stock afterwards, it seemed awfully runny </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Meanwhile place a handful of nachos on a baking tray and scatter with grated cheese - pop in the oven or under the grill until the cheese is melted and top steaming bowls of soup - garnish with finely chopped red chilli and maybe the greens of some of the spring onions</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was hoping to make mini apple pies for dessert - I seem to have a little thing for food en miniature at the moment - but am frantically looking for recipes for Englands next two fixtures: Algeria and Slovenia(!) of all the countries I could be enjoying cuisine from: Japan, Mexico, France, Brazil...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the time we have been absent so much has happened. Little V is crawling now, and his mafia name would be Vinny Two-Teeth. He has also managed to navigate the step up (and sometimes down) into the kitchen which means there is no area of my home that is sacred. Oh and he has learnt to pull himself to standing, bypassing the pull to sitting stage and giving my a heart attack the morning I watched him pull himself up in his previously un-lowered cot - cue mama sitting on the floor, cot upturned, using a skateboard tool (damn Ikea allen keys - we have about twenty but not a single one fitted!) to adjust the cot base.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">D is on stage nearly every night, this week he is playing the prosecutor, so a slightly bigger part than he was doing. I haven't been able to see the show yet, as we have noone we trust enough to watch V, plus I am trying to introduce a bottle/ cup of formula so he is not reliant on me and my boobs being ever-present, but as yet, he is resisting valiantly. D had a tooth pulled this week, so I have been playing nursemaid to two sore-teeth boys. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We have made plenty of friends in our area, V has many girlfriends, most of whom are younger than him, and it is amazing to think that they will all be in the same class at school, yet so different developmentally. It is V's birthday in 13 weeks and 6 days, so I am planning his party already. We are having a picnic in the park, with a sort of carnival/circus motif (I am not going all out with a theme, though I have seen some amazing ones online) cue plenty of bunting, balloons and alfresco food. Hopefully this September will be as warm as it was last year, if it rains we will be de-camping to our tiny flat, which backs onto the park, and will be overrun with babies and family. I want to invite the world to celebrate the most special day, and I will be going all-out party planner mode.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">While we have been away my writing has suffered and no progress has been made on my book. It is ironic that blogs are such a procrastination and a distraction from writing, yet they provide such fuel and inspiration. I have however, been reading a lot. I have exhausted the cookery section of my local library, and have read all of Nigella's books. I am currently reading Delia's 'How to Cook' which is so interesting. I'm sure most people would skip the chapters on how to boil an egg but actually there are a lot of good tips (like how to test the freshness of an egg by submerging it in a glass of cold water). I'm sure the basis of good cooking lies in the simple advice, the kind that a mother or grandmother would have traditionally passed on. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have also had a re-think about this little space here. I am going to re-do the layout and have a whole makeover. Plus I am going to streamline the posting, I have trouble defining what this space here is 'about' and that is probably because it is a mishmash of ramblings, inspiration, recipes and photos of Vinny. Keep watching and I will love you always.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Feed the ducks, colouring in, dressing up, make a collage, dance around, run down a hill while yelling (even better - roll down it!), create a perfume by mixing all the smelly things in your bathroom, build a lego house...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The rules are it has to be simple and it has to instill a sense of nostalgia.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">p.s. sorry this post is short and pic-less - I have bad cramps but will try to edit tomorrow. Loves x</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986297261410397233.post-62264002412594286752010-04-21T20:20:00.001+01:002010-06-17T22:24:04.213+01:00Things to Smile By<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday I had a long conversation with my best friend. She is suffering with depression and anxiety and it is getting worse everytime we speak. She is seeking therapy and has been on a concotion of medication for years. It hurts to see her like this, and I know how low she is because, at times, I have struggled with mental illness and crippling anxiety too. I like to think I have overcome a lot of my demons, and have learnt to control those that will never leave. Being with David has helped me grow and having a child has given me perspective, strength I never knew I had and an abundance of joy. Leaving Birmingham has been so good for my soul and all the travelling, counselling, bottles of wine and soul-searching I have done in my life have contributed to the person I can call 'happy'. My friend sees this change in me, we have known each other for nearly ten years, she has been there in my darkest times and now I regale her with stories of love and kindness and inspiration. I think this may be why when she calls me she asks for answers, she wants to know my secret. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know I don't have the answers, but there are tools that I use to help me see the bigger picture, help me smile and ease out my shoulders. Every day this week I am setting her an assignment - and you readers, please participate too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This morning I sent a message asking her to make note of at least five things that make her smile throughout today. I told her to reply at the end of the day with her list, and I sent her my list from yesterday for inspiration.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Vinny laughing hyterically while I jump around trying to swat a wasp</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Roast potatoes for dinner</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Painting my toenails</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. Buying plants at the garden centre</div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. Having a two hour conversation with my best friend</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The beauty of this exercise is recognising little moments of happiness and instead of letting them slip by, actively noticing them and holding onto them. You can either start the day by promising to do this, which is great because it will increase your happiness levels throughout the day, or look back before your sleep and find some joy in even the crappiest of days.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986297261410397233.post-57035090563932893582010-04-15T18:14:00.002+01:002010-04-16T09:10:27.512+01:00la mer<div style="text-align: justify;">I just love the sea and I love photographing it. No matter how crap you are at photography (and most of the time I am) the twinkling waters or crashing waves always make a good shot.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are some pics I snapped on our trip to Eastbourne over Easter. I played around with the contrast and saturation a bit so sometimes the sky looks a bit blue and sometimes it's more dark and stormy - it was mainly grey the whole time, but I think these pics accurately sum up the changeable nature of an English Summer - right?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It started with <a href="http://www.bakerella.com/mix-things-up/">this post</a> from Bakerella. I made these cookie mix jars for my sister and my friend as part of the Handmade Christmas project. But then I didn’t see my friend over Xmas. And by the time we did go out to dinner, it was embarrassingly late to produce my gift. So I shoved the jar to the back of the cupboard where I forgot about it until last week when I was clearing out the cupboards ready for the move. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>p.s. does anyone have any ideas who to stop the sugar from mashing into the M&Ms like that? Bakerella's look a lot neater than mine did!</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In what I thought was a baking inspired brain wave I decided to use up all my ingredients before moving. I made bread, cake, lemonade (600g of sugar- hell yeah) and decided I might as well use up the cookie mix too. Only I couldn’t remember how much butter to use. So I guessed. Which led to Very Runny Cookie Dough. I couldn’t mould the balls with my hands. So I poured it into muffin cases instead.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And they looked something like this.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">They were the perfect consistency for cookies, still soft in the middle, but crunchy on the outside. Just a bit umm… weird. Being that they were cake-shaped and all. But hey, if it’s good enough for Bakerella.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986297261410397233.post-45596817732194903552010-04-15T14:20:00.000+01:002010-04-15T14:20:17.033+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">When I was writing the February chapter of the book I scribbled down a couple of Orient inspired recipes for quirky twists on Chinese New Year celebrations. I wanted to try Fortune Cookies, but they looked too fiddly and I got lazy. So I decided to make a cake instead. Green Tea Cake. Yes, that’s right, green tea. In a cake. Well you like coffee cake don’t you?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">All the recipes I’d read using green tea specified something called Matcha Powder, which I’d never heard of before. Matcha is powdered tea, about the consistency of dust, or for a more appetising analogy, icing sugar. Having never heard of Matcha I had to improvise. We buy Clipper loose leaf tea, which I crushed in a mortar and pestle (you could also try breaking open a green tea-bag), then pushed it through a mini-sieve. I couldn’t get exactly the right texture, so instead of a gentle green coloured mixture I got a sponge with tiny black fleckles, which I didn’t mind so much. When I mixed the icing however, it looked like a bizarre salad dressing, but it tasted just right.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The tea added a lovely subtle flavour, almost refreshing with a the cream-cheese frosting I used below, but it was rich and thick and luscious with a chocolate ganache too. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>p.s. I used a pound cake recipe as I was worried about the cake being too dry - but I have seen green tea used in shortbread, cupcakes and sponge sandwhiches too. The recipe is an American poundcake one I found on recipes.com and I haven't got my scales here to covert the measurements (sorry British folk!)</em></div><br />
INGREDIENTS:<br />
2 large eggs<br />
1 cup flour<br />
2/3 cup sugar<br />
1/2 cup butter<br />
1 tbsp Matcha (green tea powder)<br />
1/2 tsp baking powder<br />
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Cream butter and sugar - I use my food processor for this but one day I will have a Kitchen Aid - in fact I'm considering pushing the wedding forward so I can put one on my gift register!<br />
Gradually add beaten eggs <br />
Sift flour, baking powder, and green tea powder together and add to the mixture<br />
Pour into buttered pan (the recipe I read specified loaf pan, but I used a round one). <br />
Bake at 200 for about 30-40 minutes. <br />
I have to say this was the best sponge I think I've ever made - I used 00 flour which Nigella uses in all her recipes using plain flour - I'm not sure if it helped but it was good!<br />
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ICING:<br />
Blend a tub of cream cheese with a ouple of tablespoons of the green tea powder - add icing sugar to taste - I used a LOT of icing sugar to make up for the weirdness of the whole cake - it was lovely <br />
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<em>p.s. cake + chopsticks = crumbs all over the floor and very little cake in your tummy!</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986297261410397233.post-32103721518553388372010-04-15T10:49:00.002+01:002010-04-16T09:11:25.064+01:00a return to scheduled programming<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hello lovely readers who have kept coming back despite my complete lack of posting during The Big Move. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Finally I am back online after several cross words with a certain media giant Internet provider. I have to say my little blog break was actually quite enjoyable, in that it coincided with the lovely sunshine here in South London and many picnics were had and ducks were fed and photos were snapped. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I also got quite a bit of writing done for the book - but as I am an old-fashioned kinda gal I am handwriting in a little turquoise notebook with pink pages - longhand and full paragraphs too - because nothing gets me madder than poorly constructed sentences - actually that is a lie, there are plenty of things that get me mad these days. But as I was saying, writing longhand is both a pleasure and an inconvenience - you see, after writing in my little book I have to come home at the end of the day and type the same words into my lappytop thing here. This is good for my writing in that I get to re-draft and edit but bad in that it sucks up my precious writing time - and with a seven month old who is cutting his first tooth(!) time is very precious indeed. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But yesterday I saw the most amazing gadget on daytime TV - a pen that writes in ink on a normal pad, but then you plug it into the USB port on your keyboard and it transfers your writing onto the screen like a mini-scanner - this in itself was awesome but then the guy formatted the handwritten message into a word processer and it translated the text into ordinary type which could then be added to and edited! How amazing is this discovery! Why oh why did I not write down the name of this wonderous creation - because I am stupid that's why. If you watched 'This Morning' yesterday or you know what I'm wittering on about, please let me know. I want this pen!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The gap from blogging also had a really negative effect on my creativity - I get a lot of inspiration from the blogs I read and your lovely pictures. In fact there are several sub-chapters in the book that would not have any content if it wasn't for the inspiring crafts, cooking and cleverness of my favourite ladies - St Patricks Day for example was something I'd scrawled across the top of my 'March' inspiration page but then ignored because - I thought- what can you possibly do on St Patricks Day? Well a little blogosphere wandering came up with so many ideas - Guiness Cupcakes, shamrock twizzle sticks, so many many green foods, garlands and decorations. I am such a bad blogger, because I do this terrible thing where I save photos to my 'inspiration file' on my pc and never make a note of where those pictures were born. The file has been particularly useful whilsts sans 'net - but I don't want to post anything without crediting. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So this was a really long-winded return to this space of mine - I will be returning throughout the day (i.e. when Little V is sleeping) to update you with all the loveliness we have been getting up to in our little corner of the big smoke.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Blue Skies </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986297261410397233.post-77390233411296621192010-04-06T16:38:00.000+01:002010-04-06T16:38:06.260+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s942.photobucket.com/albums/ad270/charlottetp/?action=view¤t=DSCF4068.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i942.photobucket.com/albums/ad270/charlottetp/DSCF4068.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, we made it to London folks, but not without a great deal of effort - pretty much everything that could have gone wrong in a cross-country move went wrong on the same day - but we are here. Crystal Palace, London, is my new home - for the next twelve months at least. And reader, I am in love. Any preconceptions I had about this area have been blown away by the refreshing and creative community I have found myself surrounded by. In just a tiny patch of land that makes up Crystal Palace triangle there is so much inspiration, delicious restaurants, vintage dress stores, gift shops and gallery space. The surrounding neighbourhood is green green green - with plants and squirrels galore. Our house backs onto a huge lake and it’s grounds and the street where we live is lined with trees. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Needless to say I am inspired muchly. I am sans Internet until some unforeseen reconnection date, which is irksome, but I have to say, the time spent reading and writing is lovely (though much of it is spent caring for Little V who is still so sick). I have spent just three days here and I have found a new project, profiling the wonderful shops and businesses I have found - with a view to creating a mini guide book of the area. Also, after a visit to the local library this morning I came home laden with baking literature which I have no doubt will yield some glowing reviews. I have been snap snap snapping my way round the town in proper tourist style - we are so very high up here, it offers such great views of London city. Moving itself creates opportunity for creativity, I am working on some ‘Change of Address’ cards to let people know our new details and making new friends has inspired me to put together a little biz card with a not so subtle plug for this here blog space of mine. And of course, I have been working on the book, still buzzing with ideas and a million photographs to be staged to grace it’s cover and pages. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So in short friends, the move went off but not without a hitch. Inspiration greets me at my new front door. Beauty will follow shortly. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Adieu lovely, but not for so long I pray</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s942.photobucket.com/albums/ad270/charlottetp/?action=view¤t=DSCF4093.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i942.photobucket.com/albums/ad270/charlottetp/DSCF4093.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986297261410397233.post-88626853198610325502010-04-06T16:33:00.002+01:002010-04-15T10:12:09.079+01:00Cherry Cake & Ginger Beer<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Cherry-Cake-Ginger-Beer-Treasury/dp/0340960892">“Cherry Cake and Ginger Beer” - Jane Brocket</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This book is pure love and nostalgia threaded with long-lost treats, baking recipes and childhood literature. Jane Brocket has had the envious task of re-reading kid-lit classics such as ‘The Famous Five‘, ‘What Katy Did’, ‘The Borrowers’, ‘The Secret Garden‘, and ‘Anne of Green Gables’ - scouring them for the culinary treats they hold in their pages. Treats like the kind mother would lovingly prepare, wrapped in a handkerchief, to be enjoyed on a cliff-top after discovering buried treasure. Treats like Paddington Bears Marmalade Rolls and Milly-Molly-Mandy‘s Little Patty-Pan Sultana Cakes. The book is spotted with delightful illustrations straight from the pages of your childhood. Books and food are the perfect combination, add some nostalgic charm and a longing for the simplicity of youth and you have this ‘golden treasury of classic treats’. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Recipe For Hunger</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>INGREDIENTS:</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Beach/ hills/ garden/ park/ field/ woods/ secret island</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Outdoor shoes and clothes</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Swimming costume and towel</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Trampoline</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Bicycle</em><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Roller skates, skipping rope, balls</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Trees for climbing</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Map and compass</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Binoculars</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Flower/ tree/ bird reference books</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">METHOD:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. In large space, mix adults and children with fresh air</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Add outdoor equipment as required and according to season</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Allow the ingredients to blend for several hours</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. When blended, remove from outdoors and bring inside</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. Bake or make a treat or two</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">6. Feed well, and leave to read good books</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I will definitely be re-creating ‘A Funny and Delightful Supper’ inspired by ‘The Railway Children’ and this sugar-coma inducing chocolate fest.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Brue Bogtrotter’s Heroic Chocolate Cake (from Roald Dahl’s ‘Matilda’)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>INGREDIENTS:</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>350g soft brown sugar</em><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>350g soft butter</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>6 eggs</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>270g self-raising flour</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>80g good quality cocoa powder</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>1 teaspoon baking powder</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>2-3 tablespoons milk</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Chocolate buttons to decorate</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>FILLING AND ICING:</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>350g icing sugar</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>115g cocoa powder</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>150g soft butter</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>3-4 tablespoons milk</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">26cm round cake tin, greased and lined</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Pre-heat oven to 180</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. In a large bowl cream sugar and butter until light and fluffy</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Add the eggs into the mixture one at a time, beating well after each addition</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. Measure out flour, cocoa and baking powder into a bowl, then sift into large bowl. Fold in gently with a metal spoon, adding enough milk to make the mixture smooth but not runny</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. Spoon into the tin and level the surface</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">6. Bake for 50-55 minutes until a metal skewer comes out clean. Check the cake after 30 minutes and if necessary place a sheet of foil on the top to prevent burning</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">7. Leave the cake in its tin on a wire rack to cool completely, then turn out</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">8. To make the filling and topping, sift the icing sugar and cocoa powder into a large bowl and add butter and two tablespoons of the milk. Mix well with a round-ended knife or electric whisk, adding more milk if necessary to make the icing soft and easy to spread. Taste, and adjust the flavour with more icing sugar or cocoa if necessary</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">9. Carefully cut the cake into two layers. Spread a good quantity of butter icing on the bottom layer, replace the top layer and cover the whole cake with the remaining icing. Arrange chocolate buttons on the topping. <br />
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* recipes via <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Cherry-Cake-Ginger-Beer-Treasury/dp/0340960892">“Cherry Cake and Ginger Beer” - Jane Brocket</a></< p=""> <br />
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<a href="http://www.yarnstorm.blogs.com/">p.s. read author, Jane Brocket's blog here</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986297261410397233.post-59198157826909913572010-03-30T14:05:00.000+01:002010-03-30T14:05:06.007+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Oh little blog, I am so bad for neglecting you! Please know, my Internet will be connected in 10 days, I have pre-typed some posts ready for uploading and I have been snapping pics left right and centre. London is a big place to explore and while I'm sad not to be sharing my new loves with you, I am also enjoying the peace of free-time (I'm sorry, bloggy).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">xx</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986297261410397233.post-35143214667960566602010-03-20T20:15:00.001+00:002010-03-20T20:16:24.547+00:00Once upon the time before Little V, there were only two men in my life:<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s942.photobucket.com/albums/ad270/charlottetp/?action=view¤t=DSCF1783.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="212" src="http://i942.photobucket.com/albums/ad270/charlottetp/DSCF1783.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was 15 when Little Chris was born and spent a great deal of time with him when I lived at home. We shared a bedroom and often a bed, I mixed his bottles and changed his nappy and we went on adventures together. It was more than a brother/sister relationship - for years he called me his best friend. I was knocked off the top spot when D came along, and both David and I love Christopher like he is our own. Leaving him is the hardest part of leaving Birmingham, and tomorrow I have to say goodbye to him. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s942.photobucket.com/albums/ad270/charlottetp/?action=view¤t=DSCF3057.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i942.photobucket.com/albums/ad270/charlottetp/DSCF3057.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I didn't think he would be that bothered, but last time I saw him he mentioned how the thing he would miss the most is being able to talk to us whenever he wants. I was inspired by <a href="http://whimsy-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/correspondence.html">this mom's xmas present for her daughter</a> and <a href="http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/kids_crafting/">these keeping in touch rolls</a> I put together a little package for Little Chris:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There's some blank postcards and envelopes printed with our new address, plus a cardboard phone with both of our phone numbers and a cardboard laptop with the login instructions for his very own e-mail address. David and I both wrote him little notes, which made me cry, and I have included a photo of the three of us.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986297261410397233.post-32644106449469647802010-03-17T22:33:00.003+00:002010-03-19T22:20:46.551+00:00"If I knew you were coming I'da baked a cake"<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s942.photobucket.com/albums/ad270/charlottetp/?action=view¤t=vintage-labels-suzee-que-36655.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="205" src="http://i942.photobucket.com/albums/ad270/charlottetp/vintage-labels-suzee-que-36655.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today sees us celebrating little V's half birthday! Six months has passed, which is a scary thought and ceertainly makes this mama feel like time is fleeting. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And while we're on the subject of birthdays this year I have promised to handmake all my gifts and presents, I started with the handmade Christmas project which was a success (albeit skin of the teeth success). To save hassle of coming up with ideas for handcrafting gifts for everyone that will be well received I have decided to utilise my oven and cookbooks and bake for glory. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have blogged about my <a href="http://housewife-chic.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-roast.html">nan's cooking</a> before - she is a homegrown traditional kind of cook and of course, cakes are one of her specialities. When I was little I would lay my legs across her lap and get her to mime baking a cake on them. I'm sure there must have been one time I heard her singing "If I knew you were coming..." because it always makes me think of her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So when it was time to celebrate a year of my nan passing around the sun I made her favourite - Coffee & Walnut cake. I'd never even heard of this combination before she mentioned it - am I a baking heathen or what? - but it is probably the best cake I've baked for a while. I don't have any photos unfortunately, this post is three months late, and when I tried to recreate the recipe using a muffin pan to make cupcakes the self-raising flour went insane and I literally lost my pan under a pool of exploded cake!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Coffee and Walnut Cake:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">125g butter</div><div style="text-align: justify;">125g caster sugar </div><div style="text-align: justify;">2 eggs </div><div style="text-align: justify;">125g self-raising flour </div><div style="text-align: justify;">1 tsp baking powder </div><div style="text-align: justify;">2 heaped tbsp coffee , dissolved in 100ml water </div><div style="text-align: justify;">100g chopped walnuts plus a few whole ones for decoration</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Beat the butter and sugar together with electric beaters and then beat in the eggs, flour and baking powder. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Pour in 1 tablespoon of the coffee mixture and then add up to another tbsp until the mixture drops easily off a spoon. Put the remaining coffee to one side for the icing. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3.Stir in the walnuts then spoon into a greased tin, and bake at 170c for 40 minutes or until a skewer comes out cleanly. Leave to cool before icing</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. To make the icing, beat 200g butter until soft and add 200g icing sugar followed by the remaining coffee mixture. Stop when you have a depth of colour and flavour that you like. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. Smear liberally over the top of your cooled sponge and decorate with the whole walnuts. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Perfect for a Sunday brunch or teamed with hot chocolate after a brisk afternoon walk - or for a beloved grandparent's birthday! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986297261410397233.post-30503982046688254072010-03-14T22:35:00.005+00:002010-03-19T22:21:49.336+00:00<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s942.photobucket.com/albums/ad270/charlottetp/?action=view&current=vintage-labels-suzee-que-4ndkjbv.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="206" src="http://i942.photobucket.com/albums/ad270/charlottetp/vintage-labels-suzee-que-4ndkjbv.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><br />
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This post is inspired by a gift I received from a dear friend after V's birth.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Amidst one hundred outfits I doubt he wore more than once and more flowers than I had vases to house them in I was given a tiny ring binder - opening it up I find it is filled with hand-written recipes. There were some of my favourites as well as some of my benefactors family favourites and at the end of each section were the blank pages that I am slowly filling with our family faves and new creations. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The passing down of recipes is the kind of tradition that I think should be celebrated, contributed to and kept thriving. When I run out of pages I will keep adding more, this file will grow organically, representing our friendship, growing families and creating a new identity as mother & one who provides. Maybe when V leaves home, gets married or has a child of his own, I will pass on my file - a nostalgic memoir of childhood mealtimes - after committing the recipes contained within it's folds to memory having whisked, creamed and baked them all a hundred times at the request of my starving brood.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=42675521">via</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Creating a file for yourself or for a gift is as easy or as complex as you choose, they can be as personal as a photo album or diary or simply a scrap-book of recipes torn from magazines. The content will depend on why you are making the file, an occasion such as leaving home will call for one-pot recipes and homecooked specialities for homesick moments while a wedding or new baby will call for family orientated dishes such as a roast dinner.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</a< a=""></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Skim through your favourite cookbooks and blogs - any cook would be tickled to their toes to know you felt their creation worthy of 'passing on'.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Add your quirks and deviations on traditional recipes - maybe you add peaches to salsa or chilli to tomato soup? I don't think there is a single recipe I have ever attempted without twisting it slightly - leaving something a little longer, adding an extra teaspoon-full etc and it is these twists on convention that turn the latest celebrity chef offering into a signature dish. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>For the file itself think practical - a ring binder will stand up and additional pages easy to contribute, while a notebook style will be harder to flick through with messy hands. While we're talking about mess - picture your lovingly crafted gift splodged with spaghetti sauce and consider office-style plastic wallets or a slip-in photo album with index cards.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My file was hand-written which added a lovely personal element (not to mention a lot of thought and effort) but you could try a cut and paste style using cookbook photocopies, go for a sleek typewritten look or mix things up. A family file will contain contributions in different handwriting and writing styles, while a busy mom might just have time to tear out a few magazine pages and slip them inside.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>Tip - up the 'personal' factor by adding photos or notes on each recipe such as where you first discovered it or why you have chosen to include it - this works if the file is for your own use too - reading it will be like looking through an old diary.</em></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://s942.photobucket.com/albums/ad270/charlottetp/?action=view¤t=DSCF2677.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="213" src="http://i942.photobucket.com/albums/ad270/charlottetp/DSCF2677.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Tip - this would make a great gift at a bridal shower - get all the guests to contribute a recipe - you'll get a great mix of cooking styles and different handwriting as well as variety in the dishes.</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Make sure to include blank pages to be added to in the future - remember the file is supposed to<br />
grow organically - you might have started a new tradition for your family or someone elses! <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">- an extract from my <a href="http://housewife-chic.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-progress.html">book in progress</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="justify" style="text-align: center;">Please share your ideas on organising recipes - I love reading your comments and getting inspired!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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...till his face looked like this...<br />
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...and my first Mother's Day was lovely!</div><br />
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