Comfort from leftovers

It's been a long while since my last post. Life got in the way as usual. I'm still not baking much, but today I cooked. Not for me but for my brother. Something my mother used to make for us whenever she had excess string hoppers on hand. The measurements in the recipe below may look a little odd, but that's because I was using up whatever I had in the fridge. 

Fried String Hoppers

2.5 pieces of String Hoppers, crushed

A sprinkling of Mustard Seeds

1 sprig Curry Leaves

5 Dried Chillies, snipped into 0.5cm pieces

1 medium Red Onion, sliced

2 small Potatoes, quartered and sliced

2 Eggs

Salt 

Pepper

Oil

Water

Break Eggs into a bowl, add Salt and Pepper. Set aside. 

Heat a little Oil in a wok. Add in Potatoes and fry till cooked through. Add in the Mustard Seeds, Curry Leaves, Dried Chillies, Red Onion and a little Salt. Cook for a few minutes until you get a nice aroma. 

Then add in the crushed String Hoppers and mix. Sprinkle in a little water to moisten the String Hoppers. 

After a minute or so, make a well in the centre of the wok and pour in the Eggs. Scramble the Eggs and mix it through the String Hoppers. 

Once the Eggs are cooked through and the mixture looks dry, taste it to check if there's enough Salt. If yes, fine. If not, sprinkle in a little at a time, tasting as you go until you're happy with it. Remove from the stove. Serve hot as it is or with a mild curry.

A solitary candle

... and Apple Cake for my birthday. As usual I took photos of the cake au naturel and it looks pretty naked though swaddled lovingly in baking paper. Naked and plain-looking though it is, it is still one of the most scrumptious cakes I've ever eaten. I sneaked slices of it throughout the evening and I'm wondering if I should soon have more. A nightcap of sorts if you will.

This is one of Dorie Greenspan's recipes. I made it first weeks ago because there were apples galore in the form of Granny Smith's and Fujis lying around in the fridge. I'd had the recipe bookmarked for awhile and the recipe didn't need me to wait for the butter to soften, so it was the perfect I-want-to-make-cake-now cake. 

It smelled out of this world the first time I made it. Yesterday when I baked it again for my birthday it smelled even more amazing in the car as I transported it hot from the oven to SIL's parents' home to share cake with recently bereaved loved ones. 

In the wink of an eye it magically disappeared. I only got a tiny piece which the SIL dutifully fed me and so today, I made another. What a lovely thing it is to be able to bake!

Marie-Helene's Apple Cake

Adapted from Saucy Gander

110g Plain Flour

3/4 teaspoon Baking Powder

A pinch of Salt

4 large Apples (a mix of varieties)

2 Eggs

150g Caster Sugar

3 tablespoons Rum

1 teaspoon Vanilla Essence

115g Butter, melted and cooled

Preheat the oven to 180 Celsius. Line an 8-inch round tin with baking paper. Set aside. 

In a bowl, whisk the Plain Flour, Baking Powder and Salt together. Set aside. 

In a larger bowl, beat Caster Sugar, Eggs and Vanilla with an electric mixer until thick, pale and creamy. Add in the Rum and beat well. Then add in half the Flour mixture and mix well. Add in half the butter and mix well. Repeat with the remaining Flour mixture and Butter. 

Peel, core and slice Apples. Mix the Apples into the batter making sure every slice is coated. 

Pour into the baking tin and bake for about 40 to 45 minutes until the top is a golden brown, the cake pulls away from the sides of the tin and a skewer poked through the centre comes out clean.

Cool in the tin before removing and cutting into generous slices.

Then there were flowers from my darling friends' at Nook. Two gorgeous bouquets of flowers. One vase filled with baby pink and deep red roses as well as pale violet orchids. The other a wild arrangement of pristine white lilies and dark magenta daisies.

Both bouquets did a good job representing me as I've always thought I have a sedate, elegant side as well as a wild, devil-may-care one.

They're snuggled together looking rather cosy on my bedside table. Right now, everything smells of lilies and roses. Absolutely fabulously lovely.

Happy Birthday to me and a reminder...

Season's swan song?

Handmade German Christmas ornament

The Christmas carols are still playing. At least in my car. Though in reality Epiphany is here and most Christmas things are down and put away. Mine included. Still, I am holding on to the belief that Christmas will truly be over for me only after my birthday and so the carols will continue for a few weeks more. 

Joseph, Mary and Baby Jesus

Slowly but surely, the world has somehow intruded in. The children are back in school, the early morning traffic is back to an unearthly level of madness and everyone - at least on this side of the world - is gearing themselves up for Chinese New Year. 

My un-pretty but functional Christmas tree

The earth has grown old with its burden of care, But at Christmas it always is young. The heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair, And its soul full of music breaks the air, When the sonf of angels is sung.

Phillips Brooks

I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month

Harlan Miller

Christmas - that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance - a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.

Augusta E Rundell

Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.

Freya Stark

Butter sugar love

There's nothing more exciting than plotting what cakes and biscuits to bake for Christmas. For me anyway. The moment December descends, I'm almost always seized by a certain madness involving butter, sugar, flour, eggs and generous lashings of vanilla.

The 2014 plan was for the traditional Christmas Cake, Pineapple Jam Tarts, Chocolate Biscuits, Cashew Nut Biscuits and the super easy Sugee Biscuits. Then, a week before Christmas I fell ill. As I usually put off Christmas baking until the last week leading up to the day it was very frustrating. The only good news I had was that the all-important Cake was made and sitting quietly in a cool, dark place.

I baked anyway. A biscuit a day. Starting with the Chocolate Biscuits and ending with the Pineapple Jam Tarts. I would have liked to make at least one more type of biscuit but the Tarts took me almost six hours to make and completely did me in. I was so tired, I decided enough was enough. No more baking until I was well again.

The new kids on the block were the Cashew Nut Biscuits. The recipe I used was adapted from here. It turned out to be a most delicious biscuit. Most people loved it, the exceptions being the die-hard Pineapple Jam Tart fans.

Cashew Nut Biscuits
Adapted from KitchenTigress

150g Butter, softened
180g Caster Sugar
1 teaspoon Vanilla Essence
1 Egg
1/4 teaspoon Salt
200g Plain Flour
1/2 teaspoon Baking Powder
200g Cashew Nuts, toasted, cooled and ground into a powder
130g raw Cashew Nuts, split into halves
2 Egg Yolks, beaten

Preheat the oven to 140 Celsius. Sift the Flour and Baking Powder together. Set aside. Line a couple of baking trays with baking paper. Set aside.

Cream Butter and Sugar with an electric mixer until light and fluffy. Add in Egg, Vanilla Essence and Salt. Mix again. Gently fold in the Flour and Baking Powder. Then fold in the Ground Cashew Nuts. If the dough is sticky, add in a little Flour at a time until it leaves the sides of the bowl cleanly. Divide dough into 8 pieces and place in the fridge for 15 minutes.

Dust a flat surface lightly with Flour. Roll out a piece of dough at a time and cut into shapes just slightly larger than a cashew nut. Place shapes on the prepared baking tray. Roll and cut shapes until all the dough is used up.

Brush with Egg Yolk and press a raw Cashew Nut half on each biscuit flat side down. Brush again with Egg Yolk.

Bake at 150 Celsius until golden brown, about 25 to 30 minutes. Once done, remove from the oven and cool completely on the baking tray. Store in an airtight container.

First on sixth

There's nothing better to start the year with than being in the company of friends. So on 1 January 2015, I woke-up late from the previous night's revelries (of wine, fireworks and Mamee monster snacks) and got ready (albeit groggily!) to go over to a friend's for some lunch, baking, tea and a nice long chat. 

Here are some photos of the cupcakes Miss P and I baked together. The recipe will follow at some point I suppose. I'll have to get it off Miss P, as it was from a baking kit gift she received which we are all going to benefit from (wink, wink).

Gosh, for the life of me I can't remember the name of the cupcakes, but it turned out nice and moist with warm scents of vanilla and almond topped with whipped cream and the all-important sprinkles!

Of course, Baby Patrick and his new in-pristine-condition Bunny friend came out to visit with me. As you can see, I've purposely positioned Baby Patrick at the back of Bunny, as I'm not sure you'd want to feast your eyes on His Tattiness in all his glory!

Updated on 18 January 2015

Cupcakes with Hundreds & Thousands

225g Butter, softened
225g Caster Sugar
4 Eggs, beaten
50g  Plain Flour
150g Ground Almonds
1 teaspoon Vanilla Essence
1 tablespoon Milk

For decoration
150ml Whipping Cream
1 tablespoon Icing Sugar, sifted
Vanilla Essence
Hundreds & Thousands

Preheat the oven at 140 Celsius. Place paper cases into a 12-hole cupcake tin.

In a large bowl, beat the Butter and Sugar with an electric mixer until light and fluffy. Gradually beat in the Eggs until well combined.

Sift in the Flour and Baking Powder. Then add the Ground Almonds, Vanilla and Milk. Mix well.

Spoon batter into the prepared paper cases. Bake for about 20 - 25 minutes until golden and springy to the touch.

To decorate, whip Cream, Icing Sugar and a few drops of Vanilla Essence until thick. Spoon into a piping bag and pipe out spirals on top of the cupcakes, or just dollop on with a teaspoon. Finish off by sprinkling on some Hundreds & Thousands.

Every new day is like a little wrapped present

I've always thought that in January of each year we get a present of a new year waiting to be unwrapped.  This year I've decided that each and every new day I'm grated will be a present which will unwrap itself at dawn. 

Just like all presents, some will be beautiful, some welcome, some suitable, some unsuitable, some unwelcome and some downright ugly. And just like those presents, I will have to deal with each one as it unwraps. Deciding how to react and what to do will be sometimes easy, sometimes difficult. 

All I ask is that I receive the strength to cope with everything and as Sarah Ban Breathnach says "Celebrate the Sacred in the ordinary'. Instead of saying 'I'm busy', to make time. 

"Chronos is clocks, deadlines, watches, calendars, agendas, planner, schedules, beepers. Chronos is time at her worst. Chronos keeps track. Chronos is the world's time. Kairos is transcendence, infinity, reverance, joy, passion, love, the Sacred. Kairos is intimacy with the Real. Kairos is time at her best. Kairos is Spirit's time. We exist in Chronos. We long for Kairos. That's our duality. Chronos requires speed so it won't be waste. Kairos required space so that it might be savoured. We do in Chronos. In Kairos we're allowed to be. It takes only a moment to cross over from Chronos into Kairos, but it does take a moment. All that Kairos asks is our willingness to stop running long enough to hear the music of the spheres." 

Sarah Ban Breathnach

The day after the party

Yesterday was the day of the marvelous Turkish feast. Alas, I have no photos to share with you, as I had - while doing my hostess duties - completely forgot to get the designated photographer to do his duty! 

Anyway, the food was ate, wine was drunk, Christmas crackers popped and crowns crowned in glorious rainbow colours. What did I cook? An array of mezze - ezme, hummus, cacik, fasulye piyazi, roasted patlican salatasi - served with pita wedges; as well as kuru koftes and ispanakli peynirli borek for mains. For dessert there was Christmas cake and biscuits. 

There are no photos of food or recipes today, just some photos of the day-after-the-party and the Christmas decorations at home.

Mugs, dishes, wine glasses drying

My cop sis kebab skewers from Kemeralti

In vino veritas

My special Lincoln House silverware made its debut

J.O.Y.

A swan full of blooms

Red velvet pearl-studded Christmas tree

The Nativity scene

Presents for me... presents for you...

The Menorah

The day before Christmas Eve

It's the eve of Christmas Eve. The last of the baking is done and put away. Brightly twinkling lights ushered in the Carollers this evening and my gold-y table-top tree from Ikea is finally out. 

Tomorrow I'll take out the Holy Family from their wrappings and put them out. To remind myself of why this season really is. Faith, Hope, Peace and Love. The last the greatest of all. 

For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given, and the government 

Shall be upon His shoulder; and His name shall be called Wonderful, 

Counsellor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.

Isaiah 9:6

Bodrum

Is there anything to say about Bodrum? A lot I daresay, but the time's not ripe and I'd like to get my Christmas posts up soon so I can start feeling all properly Christmassy. 

I'll leave you with a couple of rather boring photos and hopefully you'll wish to hear more about Bodrum soon. (wink, wink) 

The view while driving by

Houses on a hill

Akyaka... and the best day ever

Akyaka... so much to say and I don't know how to say it all. It was indescribable to say the least. There's nothing much by way of grand history here, but it's special nonetheless. 

As it was the tail-end of summer when we were there, it was full of local tourists. Looking out over the beach we saw numerous deck chairs; conical woven umbrellas; and people of all shapes and sizes enjoying sun, sea and surf.

This place is much more than just sun, sea and surf. It is where a stream meets the sea. The Azmak, I believe it's called. It's deep enough for daily boat tours and clear enough for you to feast your eyes upon the rich underwater fauna as well as fish. 

Then there are the ducks who call the stream their home. An entire gaggle of them swimming hither tither in crystal clear waters. 

After the stunning boat ride we had, we sat down to cups of Cay (what else?) plus some nice, cold icy treats while watching the world go by.  

Boats lined-up for the daily boat tours

On our boat with other tourists

Magical underwater fauna

Dear Mr. Duckworthy

...and his gaggle of friends

Para-gliders and sun-goddesses

All decked out

I'd love a little yacht like that

Pretty orange flower

Our dangerously delicious, slightly boozy treats

Marmaris

After Cleopatra's Island, we went on to Marmaris. There we stayed at the Joya del Mar a lovely little boutique hotel by the sea. 

I had a lovely little odd-corner room filled white-painted wood furniture decorated with hand-painted flowers. All very dainty and girly.

The kidney-shaped swimming pool looked inviting but was oh-so-cold, so I jumped out and then back in when forced to. I managed to swim very little as my feet couldn't touch the floor and the water was shivering-ly cold. Brrr... I suppose I'm spoiled here at home with all the sun-kissed warm pools around. 

We ended the day with a gorgeous grilled fish dinner and started a new day with someone ordering a rather large Turkish breakfast which I will never forget. At the time, I didn't think of taking a photo of it, but now... I'd love a photo of the fantabulous spread!

Sun and sea

Little fishes swimming in the clear water of the sea

A pretty view

The very merry circumcision ceremony on the jetty...

Here's one to remember! When we got off the ferry returning from Cleopatra's Island, we bumped into a family celebrating their sons' circumcision! Complete with much fanfare of clanging cymbals, drums a-drumming, etc. it was quite a sight to behold.

Cleopatra's Island

Sometimes one is spoiled for choice. How in the world does one choose between the old glories of Istanbul and the Aegean blue? If I were a typical tourist my choice would have been Istanbul, but I'm not, and so the Aegean blue won hands down.

We went down to Cleopatra's Island (also known as Sedir Island), Marmaris and then on to Bodrum. We stopped off along the way to Marmaris for a breather. This is what we saw.  

View from the top of the hill

Prickly shrubs

Look at that blue, blue sky

This little fellow was running about, with all the children (myself included) pointing out excitedly saying 'Oh look! Oh look'

Portakal suyu, anyone? 

After the brief rest, we continued on. Eventually we turned-off at a rather unassuming junction and onto a rather country-fied looking lane that lead us to a jetty. We waited there for a bit after buying tickets and enjoyed the blazing heat while waiting for the ferry to arrive.

The story behind Cleopatra's Island is a romantic one. Legend has it that when Cleopatra was to visit the island, her lover Mark Antony had ships bring this sand in from the Red Sea so Her Royal Highness would not have to step on foreign soil. 

The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,

Burned on the water; the poop was beaten gold,

Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that

The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver,

Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made

The water which they beat to follow faster,

As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,

It beggared all description; she did lie

In her pavilion,--cloth-of-gold of tissue,--

O'er-picturing that Venus where we see

The fancy outwork nature; on each side her

Stood pretty-dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,

With divers-coloured fans, whose wind did seem

To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,

And what they undid did. 

William Shakespeare's Antony & Cleopatra

It is said that each grain of this sand is a perfect sphere and is derived from seashells. As this sand is apparently not found anywhere outside Egypt, it is protected in Turkey.

So if you're ever in the vicinity, don't try to steal the sand. Doing so may incur the wrath of the armed-guard sitting in his watch-tower!

The jetty to Cleopatra's Island

The view while waiting for the ferry

The beach at Cleopatra's Island

See that fine creamy sand? That's protected. What you don't see in this photo is the guard sitting up in his watch-tower ready to go after anyone who takes even a grain off the beach

A gorgeous blue day

There's no getting tired of the blue

If you walk away from the beach, you'll come across some ruins. They are the remnants of a settlement long abandoned. 

Love birds in the shrubbery

Mr. & Mrs. Sunshine

Tumbling stones

Where did this lead once you think?

Blue, blue sea

Ah... such gorgeousness

A feathery inhabitant of the island

Chicky, chicky, chook, chook