Jens

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default: Some people call me Jen and others call me Cookie.
My hobbies are reading, writing and art and craft.
I love to learn new things.

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Home made Crumpets

July 15th 2007 05:50

Fresh crumpets for breakfast or a snack
8 minutes to prepare
16 minutes to cook
Makes 9 and is easy to do.

Ingredients
3/4 cup self-raising flour
1 tablespoon caster sugar
1/4 teaspoon baking powder
1 egg, lightly beaten
2/3 cup milk
10 grams butter melted.

1 Sift flour, sugar and baking powder in a medium mixing bowl.
2 Make a well in centre, gradually add egg and milk. Beat until ingredients are well combined and mixture is smooth.
3 Brush a flat, non-stick pan and five egg rings with the melted butter. Place egg rings evenly apart in pan. Heat pan on low 1 minute.
4 Place two tablespoons of mixture into each egg ring. Cook over very low heat for 8 minutes without turning. Crumpets are cooked when the surface has set and bubbles stop rising to the surface. Repeat with the remaining mixture.

Note: It is best to re-grease egg rings each time before use. Lift crumpet and ring together out of the pan. Run a sharp knife around edge to release crumpet from ring.

Hint: To make an even lighter crumpet, separate the eggs, beat whites until stiff and add them to the mixture last. Crumpets are best eaten warm from the pan, or toasted. They are delicious served plain with butter or with your favourite sweet or savoury topping. Try jam or honey or savoury ham and cheese.

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Haunting Ressolutions

July 14th 2007 10:38

The autumn chill wakes me from my dreams with a shiver, still dark and half asleep I wonder what time it is, which month we are in and if it is rubbish day? I scrabble around for my mobile phone, 5am and Thursday. Darn it, will I ever learn to put the bins out at night? I just want to stay in my cosy bed and return to my beautiful world of dreams.

I drag myself from my comfortable haven, as my bare feet touch the linoleum floor I am reminded that I have not started to fix this place up yet. Grumbling as the chill travels up my legs, I stagger to the door to turn on the light.

The brightness dazzles me and as I adjust my eyes I catch my reflection in the mirror. Bags packed under my eyes, lines not yet covered and my hair standing on end wild and untamed. Still orange in shape with toothpick limbs stuck in, it is not a pretty sight, and I regret not beginning my diet.

Feeling disgusted with myself, I pull on my socks and head out into the hall. My little toe crashes against the paint can, pain sending me through the roof and I hop around cursing like a woman possessed. It has been sitting there for months waiting to turn the multi-coloured walls in to a uniformed and presentable state.

Now staggering and limping, I trip into the kitchen, over the floor that is lifting off the foundations.

"I just want to put the bins out, is that too much to ask?" I shout to who ever may be listening.

My two cats raise their heads and look at me, unimpressed with the commotion that has disturbed them. They snuggle closer together in their basket and return to their slumber.

I move more quietly now onto the screened off porch and pick up my cigarettes. Another one of this years failures slaps me in the face and I throw them down on the bench in anger. Hitting the ash tray and scattering its contents. How I wish I had never started smoking. I walk to the screen door, have a fight with it to get it to open and slam it closed. I will regret that when I try to get back in.

The cold cuts me like a blade slicing through my soul. I should have grabbed my coat but have no energy left for another fight with the door. My two dogs keep their distance, their tails wagging, hesitating on whether to approach the fire breathing dragon that has emerged. They take their chances and dance about me for a pat. My heart softens as I greet my loyal girls who are always pleased to see me and love me just the way I am.

I look at the bins and cannot remember which bin day it is. Do I take the recycle bin or the green waste with the rubbish today? I will have to look on the street and make two trips. Stuff it, I will take the recycle bin. I might get lucky.

The path is thin and the rolly bins are wide, the trees and shrubs need pruning, and I push one and pull the other through the treacherous jungle. Scratched, battered and my hair filled with leaves and twigs I make it to the street. Thank goodness it is recycle bin day.

As I place the bins upon the nature strip I consider my predicament. The haunting list of New Year's ressolutions are making my life miserable. I have three choices here; pick up my act and get them started, cross out 2007 and put 2008 on it next year like I have done twice already, or put them out with the bins?

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Welcome to the Kitchen

July 14th 2007 08:15

Welcome to Cookie's Kitchen
There is always a cuppa, some tucker and a yarn. Relax and read a short tale, poetry, pick up some crafty hints and ideas or a cooking pointer or two.
So settle in and make yourself at home.