1½ cups plain flour
Preheat your oven to 200°C (190°C fan). Sift the flours, baking powder, salt, and cayenne pepper into a large bowl. Add the cheese and spring onions. Mix the egg, milk, and vegetable oil in a separate bowl or measuring cup. Add it to the dry ingredients and mix with a fork. When it gets a bit annoying, switch to your hands, but don’t over-work it.
Sprinkle a little maize flour on your work surface and turn the dough out on it. I don’t have a suitable pastry cutter, so I pressed the dough into a rough circle about two cm thick and cut it into eight wedges. If you have a cutter, use it. Place them, a couple of centimetres apart, on some baking parchment, which is already on a baking tray.
Bake for 15-20 minutes. Serve warm with butter.
I overheard a woman at the bus stop a couple of days ago, acknowledging she was overweight and needed to do more. When I looked at her, I did think, “Not by today’s standards!”
A lot of my time at Lower Shaw Farm is spent stopping Anne from chasing the ducks.
Just a couple of things:
- We’re bummed that we won’t get to see Soundgarden and Nine Inch Nails touring together in Toronto. We’ll be in the city in the summer, just not then.
- I just watched Juno again last night. What a great film. However, I’m slightly concerned to realise that I still dress like an indie 16-year old. I’m not sure I will ever make the effort to change my everyday ‘style’, if you could call it that.
But a lot less fun.
On a cold winter’s day where Anne napped for so long she missed all her friends at the park:
Anne’s first photos:
Sort of. I helped her press the shutter button on my Halina Paulette.
I expect National Geographic to be requesting her services, she’s so talented.
Seriously though, I let her hold the camera and pointed it in the general direction of the rabbits before firing the shutter, and I think we got pretty damn lucky there.
(She’s taken photos with my digital camera, even shot video, but it’s so easy to do that I don’t think they count.)
Food for thought: will Singaporeans live in economic ghettoes?
I’m sure everyone will be able to identify with at least part of the 18 Things Highly Creative People Do Differently. Me, I daydream, people-watch, love solitude, like to shake things up, and get into a ‘flow state’. I still get to do one or two of these things while being a full-time mother, but solitude isn’t one of them — not when every trip to the toilet includes a toddler who hangs on to my leg, asks if I’m pooping and tries to look in the toilet bowl, then offers to flush.