Sunday, 25 January 2015

My Fiscal Logic

I bid on this gold shopping bag on eBay. 100% leather, beautiful, fun.



But it was £30 + £13 postage, and I wasn't totally convinced it would work (no cross body option).
So, I was relieved when, at the last minute, literally, I was outbid. That's £43 I haven't spent.

Another thing, on the run up to Christmas, in the fog of online mass purchasing, I clicked on something to get free UK delivery and, earlier this week, I noticed £79 had been deducted from my bank account.

I had unwittingly subscribed to Amazon Prime. But, because I hadn't used any of the privileges, I got a full refund. That's £79 saved!

£43 +£79 = £122 not spent. £122 which I have somehow saved, and can therefore... spend! ðŸ˜‰

Eating Mindfully

I haven't read this book, I haven't even read what it's about, but the title, I love.

We were raised with no culture of food, no routine of eating at all, much less a meal served at a table. One of my healthy eating strategies is to eat seated. It's as simple as that. If ever I notice that I'm standing and eating, I know there's something wrong. I'm not being mindful, I'm not even being conscious.

Julian Baggini is a journalist and philosopher who studies the complexities of personal identity.
He is the editor-in-chief of the Philosophers' Magazine.

Friday, 23 January 2015

Tomato Bread

Last year, Kenneth, Noah and I went to Lagunen (a large shopping cebtre on the mainland),
At some point, I got really hangry and we stopped, at the first cafe we saw, to eat.
At this cafe, there was a table, near the counter, heavily laden with loaves of fresh bread - a bit like a good breakfast in a nice hotel.
The best bread there, by far was an orange loaf. Tomato bread.

Noah talks about this bread, as though it were a fantasy. We talk about going back, just so we can have more of it (and another Club Sandwich with the mysterious brown sauce!)
Skip to the chase, I decided to try and make my own tomato bread. Here's the recipe.

Ingredients
5 cups of flour - you may need more.
2 tsp salt
12g dry yeast or 50g fresh yeast
Pepper to taset
Herbs to taste - I didn't use any in mine, but I would have love to add a couple of fresh sage leaves, or a pinch of rosemary.

2 tbsp honey or malt extract
2tsps sugar
100g tomato paste
Four pieces of sundried tomato, chopped (optional)
2Tbsp olive oil
<200mls hot water
Cold water

Method
In a large mixing bowl, combine the flour, yeast, salt, and pepper and herbs if using.
Put the honey/malt extract, sugar, tomato paste and sundried tomaotoes in a measuring jug and add hot water up to the 200mls mark.
Stir to combine thoroughly.
Add the olive oil and cold water up to the 400mls mark.

Add the liquid to the dry ingredients and bring it all together. If the dough is too sticky, add flour, one tablespoon at a time. If it's too firm/dry, add a little more water. Knead for 5 - 10 minutes. The dough should be elastic and the bowl should be completely clean.

Leaving the dough in the mixing bowl, or in a bowl with high sides, cover the bowl with a cloth and leave the dough to rise until it has doubled in size.
How long this takes depends on the temperature of the space. I heat my oven to 30 degrees and turn it off, then set the dough in there to rise. It takes about 40 minutes. A cooler location will require up to 2 hours.

Divide the dough into two and form into loaf shapes. Cover with a cloth and set to rise for 30 minutes.

Bake at 180 degrees for 25-30 minutes.


Friday, 16 January 2015

100 Mandalas


My friend posted a link to a this image via 100Mandala.org's facebook page.




I like those 30 day challenges and I love mandalas, so I signed up for the newsletter and started doodling.



That was just a few days ago, but I'm already realising that I'd like to know more about mandalas.

I went to Wikipedia and came across this:

Carl Jung's first mandala.

Already a fan of Jung, I was surprised to find that he was responsible for bringing mandalas to the western world.

Carl Jung refers to the mandala as “the psychological expression of the totality of the self.”

I realise this is going to something splendid. I'm not going to get too involved in the deep spiritual and psychological aspects of drawing the sacred circle. I want to stay free and explore on my own terms. I know that I will explore more deeply later, but I have the whole year to get what I need to out of this project.

For example, today, I just played around with PatternPie.






Saturday, 10 January 2015

The Storm Named Nina

Dark thoughts pop into my head all the time.  Visions of morbid, violent, gruesome events. Horrific, devastating. All the time.
I used to write. I wrote stories with fictional characters, experiencing fictional atrocities. But that was a bit like being a doctor, who happens upon a severely damaged body, a person. The doctor examines the body, in depth, to find out exactly how horrific the damages are, then she must write a report, in great detail, on the extent of the damages.

Many years ago I decided that I no longer wanted to be a doctor. I wanted to be a florist or a baker. I wanted to start watching romantic comedies and listening to Lifehouse. The morbid thoughts still pop into my head, but they pass just as quickly as they appear. The why and what of them no longer need to be examined.

Today, a storm is raging around us. The time now is 12:34, the storm will peak at 14:00 and last five to six hours. It is already one of the most severe storms I have ever experienced. Kenneth is in the next town. He has to drive 27 kilometres home, at around 14:00 hours. The oil rigs have been evactuated, flights postponed, ships moored securly in the docks. The local council has issued a warning to secure all loose items and be prepared for "extreme weather".

Despite the visions of his car being blown off the road and into a fjord, I know that Kenneth will get home safe and sound. Because, along with the curse of the dark visions, I have inherited a sixth sense, which was passed down to me through my mother side of the family. My aunt has it, too. This gift manifests itself with a feeling. When a dark thought pops into my head, I feel it. I feel it as though it actually happened in that moment. Then it becomes something else entirely. Then I phone my daughter at 6AM and tell her that she has to promise that she will stay indoors all day. Or ask her, for my sake, to not get on the plane.

So, although the storm is fierce, we will all emerge from it unscathed.

Friday, 9 January 2015

Cinnamon Roll Bread

I've always like cinnamon, but lately, I've been hooked on it!

Here's my latest creation - Cinnamon Bread




Make the bread.
This is my basic bread recipe, to which can be added all kind of extar ingredients.
In this case, we're going to stick to the basic recipe, but note that extra sweetening, spices, or other ingredients can be added at the dry mix stage.

note: 1 metric cup is 250mls. Also, this bread recipe is for standard bread. 
If you want the bread sweeter add an extra 1/4 cup of sweetening agent, such as honey, syrup or sugar. 

DRY: 
In a large mixing bowl add
1.5 cups  all purpose, plain flour
1.5 cups rolled/porridge oats
3 cups whole spelt flour (course ground and finely ground, 50/50, if applicable)
1 packet/12g dried yeast or 50g fresh yeast

You can add 
1-2 cups of dried fruit or chopped nuts here.
You can also any spices you might want to use - 
to taste, cinnamon, cardemom, anis, ginger, etc. 

Combine well

WET:
In a measuring jug add 
50g melted butter butter
1 Tbsp malt extract
1/4 cup sugar
1 tsp salt

You can also add a 
2 tablespoons of milk or fruit juice.

Add enough warm water to make it up to 450mls

Combine well so that nothing is stuck to the bottom of the jug.


Add the wet mix to the dry mix and knead for at least five minutes. The bowl should be 'clean' and the dough reasonably dry.


Before first rising. The bowl is clean... I didn't clean it, the dough did.
Cover with a clean cloth/towel and leave it to rise somewhere warm, until doubled in size. 
Depending on the temperature of the rising place, this can be anything from 30 minutes to two hours.
I actually turn my oven on to 30 degrees for a few minutes, then turn it off. I put the dough in the oven with the door closed. It's like a hot summer's day in there, with no breeze. Perfect.

Meanwhile make your filling - 
Mix together 
100 - 150g of softened butter with as much cinnamon as you'd like. 
Quantities for cinnamon are strictly to personal taste - from 
2tsp - 2Tbsp cinnamon

I used 30g of cinnamon and a pinch of ground anis.

If you want it sweet, mix in 
1/4 - 1 cup soft brown sugar or regular sugar.


Roll the dough out to a long rectangle.

Spread with the cinnamon butter.

Leave one short side of the rectangle clear by about 2cms. This will be to seal the loaf/roll.

Starting with the opposite short side of the rectangle, start rolling. 
Don't roll too tightly.
Before sealing the end, moisten the area that was left clear of cinnamon butter with some water or milk.
I use water in a spray bottle for this task.

Once the roll is sealed, lay it on a non-stick or lightly greased baking tray, with the sealed edge at the bottom.

Leave to rise for 30 minutes. Meanwhile, heat the oven to 180 degrees Celsius.
Bake for 25-30 minutes. It should sound hollow when tapped.








Wednesday, 7 January 2015

A Mother's Worry

Nice blog post, translated from Norwegian. Original post written by Christine Otterstad - AKA, Otters

ChristineOtterstad Рogs̴ kalt Otters

A Mother's Worry

Posted at 9:04 pm , on januar 16, 2014

"I'm sitting in the living room with my 11 year old son. He does his homework and I work a little. Suddenly, he puts down his pencil and asks what I'm writing about today.

"Today, I’m doing a little research for my book" I reply.

"I have a tip on what to write about" he continued. "Something I've been thinking about.”

I shut the PC, thinking that this could be interesting.

The boy breathes and takes moment: "I thought you should write about mums, and all the concerns they have. Like you, for instance, you worry yourself sick for your kids all the time. For us to have a good time and stuff... But the problem is that when you worry yourself SO sick, it becomes sort so serious to not have be happy! It's almost like we HAVE TO be happy, ALL the time, if not you get INSANELY-worried. No one can be happy, ALL the time!!! And besides, you say yourself that almost all worries never amount to anything anyway?” said the boy, looking at me with an uncertain smile.

It takes a few seconds before I get my speech back. I am so incredibly taken by surprise by this 11 year old! A quiet boy who rarely speaks about feelings and the like, but who, nevertheless, has seen right through his mother, a mother who lives by getting others to worry less in everyday life, a mother who is full of concern on behalf of her children. INSANELY -worried.

That same evening I did something I've never done before. I sat down and wrote down all the concerns I had on my children’s behalf. The list was long. Very long. Having studied the list for a while, I came to the conclusion that at least 80% of the concerns would never amount to anything, plus a couple of them were downright crazy.

As a coach, I go on about the need to get better at living in the present. But how clever am I really when even I, on my children's behalf, am constantly worried about what might happen to them? Not only am I living in the future, I live in a worrisome future!

The boy tried, in his childish way, to tell the concerned mother say that the goal is not necessarily to be happy all the time, the goal is to withstand both, the good times and the bad.

I think he's right! I think that many of us (including yours truly) have been so caught up in the pursuit of happiness, prosperity, mental strength and not least to have it good, that we forget that it's okay not to be happy, too.

We cannot be happy all the time! We need to take the lows too, not just the highs. And the same goes for our kids, they are going to know the bad times. Maybe it’s good for them to know that the world sucks sometimes, without Mum intervening and worrying herself grey and wrinkled.

It’s not irresponsible to live a worry-free life, it just means that you don’t concern yourself with future sorrows. For, as the kid said, No one can be happy, ALL the time! And besides, almost all worries never amount to anything anyway?”

Christine - also called Otters"


"World's smartest 11 year old (strictly objectively speaking, of course."

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

Be a Biscuit of Today

When I was very young, my sister had a friend who was a proper hippy. She was married to a Sri Lankan man and had some kids. Her hair was long, unmanaged and slightly transparent. She wore corduroy jeans and cheesecloth tops.

She was of the tradition of never arriving at someone's house empty handed. One day, she came with a book. the Tassajara Bread Book.

Since then, the book has been in my possession. Well loved and well utilised.

Here's a short excerpt from the film How to Cook Your Life, featuring the book's author, Edward Espe Brown.

"It turns out that we'll pay a lot of money not to cook, not to actually confront a half a potato."