This took a few disasters to get it right, but the final one is quick and tastes like the real thing! Really good with cream...
1 mug serves two people - ate this with a friend and we were both full by the end!
In a really big mug (or it overflows, believe me!) mug whisk an egg, around 3 big spoons of milk and 3 more of oil. in a seperate bowl mix 3 big spoons of sugar (brown or white, whatever you have), 4 of self-raising flour, and 2 of cocao powder (we have the really strong green and blacks one). Add the dry ingredients to the mug and stir it all round a bit. Push a few squares of chocolate into the middle to make a melty centre, and cook for 2 minutes on 850w, or the equivilent on your microwave. Add some cream and eat whilst hot!
16 October 2011
15 October 2011
A few things I love more than ever this autumn
Lovers Walk. I pass it every day, but it never fails to amaze me with the red and oranges it displays in october. But I'm taking special care this year to drink it all in, notice every leaf and colour, because this could be one of the last times I see it like this for a few years...
There is something about autumn light, aumtumn sunsets. This was the view from the roof of my house last night:
A three year old I was picking up from nursery ran ahead and found a present for me on thursday. I nearly just subtly popped it on the ground, but something made me stop, and now it is sitting, probably rotting, on my desk. But I don't really care, because a bright fallen leaf is a nice present to get, as far as presents go.
Outside my dad's house, Oxfordshire
But my favourite part of the Autumn is the mornings. The first breath of air outside the front door, before December's chill, puts me in such a good mood for the rest of the day. And I am determined to be in a good mood all of this Autumn - after all, it's my last one as a child, so I will never get another change to kick clouds of leaves up into the air as I walk.
autumn, poetry and not nearly enough time
I am still alive, believe it or not. I have had the craziest few months I can remember for a long time, and so my poor blog has been forgotten under the endless to do lists! But now the university's have been applied for, the english coursework is safely underway and I have decided to stop all revision for the oxford entry in November and just let what will happen happen... either they want me, or they don't, and if i fail them I'm just not good enough to go!
But anyway, yesterday was pretty monumental, because the new kitchen was FINALLY finished. And I do not use capital letters lightly, but we have been living on a building site for 10 weeks. It wasn't only the washing up of lasagne dishes in the bathtub, the eventual conversion to paper plates, or hammering starting at eight every day of the summer holidays that was the real problem. It wasn't even been seen in the shower by a builder unexpectedly putting up scaffolding on the back of the house, or the dust that settled sneakily but firmly on every possible service. The worst thing, that made me crave roast dinners and apple crumbles and just plain old boiled vegetable, was the food.
But after the first few weeks we began to get pretty creative. When you know whatever you make is going to be strange, you lose any fear of messing up, so at lunchtimes, with the house to myself, I came up with some pretty interesting inventions, using just a microwave, a kettle and a toaster. And so, to honour the monumental occasion that was yesterday, I will be displaying one kitchen-free survival recipe every day this week.
Be ready, because some of these were so nice I might even be tempted to make them WITH a kitchen... once the novelty of cheese on toast has worn off.
But anyway, yesterday was pretty monumental, because the new kitchen was FINALLY finished. And I do not use capital letters lightly, but we have been living on a building site for 10 weeks. It wasn't only the washing up of lasagne dishes in the bathtub, the eventual conversion to paper plates, or hammering starting at eight every day of the summer holidays that was the real problem. It wasn't even been seen in the shower by a builder unexpectedly putting up scaffolding on the back of the house, or the dust that settled sneakily but firmly on every possible service. The worst thing, that made me crave roast dinners and apple crumbles and just plain old boiled vegetable, was the food.
But after the first few weeks we began to get pretty creative. When you know whatever you make is going to be strange, you lose any fear of messing up, so at lunchtimes, with the house to myself, I came up with some pretty interesting inventions, using just a microwave, a kettle and a toaster. And so, to honour the monumental occasion that was yesterday, I will be displaying one kitchen-free survival recipe every day this week.
Be ready, because some of these were so nice I might even be tempted to make them WITH a kitchen... once the novelty of cheese on toast has worn off.
23 September 2011
A more personal statement
My name is Hilary. Strange for a boy I know
But I just think it shows
My individuality.
Essential, at university.
So why dont you send me to the city? Where the roads stretch wider than 3.7 metres,
the width of a standard tractor.
I need to hear the police cars' howl before it's even light
I've heard the stars are hidden by the smoke at night.
I was born as I am. At Fort William.
Or just to the East.
I was in the boy scouts for at least
9 years. So have commitment and confidence.
I can tie a reef knot.
I have perseverance, and can sow a field in nine minutes flat.
But send to the city. I long for fruit in packets,
For a place a green space is called a park
Used for the enjoyment of nature in small doses.
Send me to the city. Where coke is not kept in the coalhouse,
where weed is not ragwort, where the grass is not known,
where pot is not yesterdays rabbit stewed overnight in spices.
Where the names of the tree are not known
by the general public.
I want to count the hours with the rumblings of the trains,
the seasons with the tesco shelves, not changing, shifting rains.
Easter eggs, ice lollies, mince pies.
Here I use the sun and the colour of the oaks under close and cloudy skies.
Did I mention I have two weeks experience on a salmon farm?
And can describe three types of Aberdeen Angus cow?
So take me. Please, take me now.
Send me to the city
I know I would excel
at Marine Biology. Glasgow is for me,
and I can tell these things.
So please, UCAS, send me to the city.
But I just think it shows
My individuality.
Essential, at university.
So why dont you send me to the city? Where the roads stretch wider than 3.7 metres,
the width of a standard tractor.
I need to hear the police cars' howl before it's even light
I've heard the stars are hidden by the smoke at night.
I was born as I am. At Fort William.
Or just to the East.
I was in the boy scouts for at least
9 years. So have commitment and confidence.
I can tie a reef knot.
I have perseverance, and can sow a field in nine minutes flat.
But send to the city. I long for fruit in packets,
For a place a green space is called a park
Used for the enjoyment of nature in small doses.
Send me to the city. Where coke is not kept in the coalhouse,
where weed is not ragwort, where the grass is not known,
where pot is not yesterdays rabbit stewed overnight in spices.
Where the names of the tree are not known
by the general public.
I want to count the hours with the rumblings of the trains,
the seasons with the tesco shelves, not changing, shifting rains.
Easter eggs, ice lollies, mince pies.
Here I use the sun and the colour of the oaks under close and cloudy skies.
Did I mention I have two weeks experience on a salmon farm?
And can describe three types of Aberdeen Angus cow?
So take me. Please, take me now.
Send me to the city
I know I would excel
at Marine Biology. Glasgow is for me,
and I can tell these things.
So please, UCAS, send me to the city.
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