Friday, 20 January 2017

Spice Up Your Life II

My sister makes the most amazing stuffing for Christmas, with gingerbread and bacon, which in itself sounds like something you'd dream of, whether in nightmare-, or day-dream form I'll leave for you to decide. It's a Nigella recipe, though, so you can imagine it's really pretty marvellous! (And it is!)

But you see, since discovering that gluten is not a friend of my internal workings, things like this are either put in the ‘No Can Do Any More' list, or relegated to the ‘Maybe On A Special Occasion If You're Lucky And The Planets Have Aligned In A Positive Manner' list, because GF gingerbread cake is impossible to find in the wilds of Morrisons, and the few recipes I had previously found looked faff-tastic to say the least. UNTIL (cue the lightbulb of discovery - ping) I stumbled across this recipe at Gluten-Free On A Shoestring. Oh me, oh my, oh just put it in my mouth already oh.

Now, in the spirit of full disclosure, I made this before Christmas for the afore-mentioned gingerbread stuffing but I forgot to document it in the style in which you're now accustomed. So for you, yes that includes you lurking at the back there, seeing as it's been a while since I bombarded you with a GF recipe translated into my own inimitable language style of occasional criticising commentary and Fake Food Blogger™ WTFery, here's a little morsel to keep you going...


You need:


350g all-purpose gluten-free flour
1 ¼ tsps xantham gum (don't add if your flour already contains some)
1 ½ tsps baking soda
½ tsp baking powder
2 tsps ground cinnamon
2 tsps ground ginger
½ tsp salt
100g granulated sugar
109g light brown sugar
2 tbsps or 42g molasses (I used black treacle)
6 tbsps or 126g pure maple syrup
4 tbsps or 84g honey
112g unsalted butter, melted and cooled
1 egg (at room temp, beaten)
1 cup or 225ml warm water
2 tbsps or 28g vegetable oil

We ALL know how much I am not a fan of being asked to pre-heat an oven that will stay pre-heating while you let your dough rise for 18 hours/freeze-form your cookies overnight, and I am pleased to say that this was not the case here, as having made this before I knew it was a relatively quick make. Yes indeed, I pre-heated my oven to 175℃ like a boss.

Then getting out a large bowl (:: sobs quietly, remembering her trusty mixing bowls that were donated to charity back in NL ::) you fill it with the flour, xantham gum, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon, ginger, salt and granulated sugar and give it a jolly good mix.


Once it's all jolly well mixed, add the brown sugar and mix it up again, making sure to break up any lumps.

Next you need to add the molasses (treacle), maple syrup, honey, butter and egg, “mixing to combine after each addition". Or, if you're like me, you'll measure out all the treacle, maple syrup and honey into one bowl before adding them to the dry ingredients in one sticky go, forgetting that the honey will layer at the bottom, the maple syrup will lie nonchalantly on top, and the treacle will refuse to have anything to do with either of them and keep itself to itself in the centre of the bowl. I think treacle may have issues.


After mixing all the ingredients up, do NOT do as it did, and add the mix as-is to the prepared loaf tin. It will look like this - a thick, dough-like consistency, that, yes, tastes amazing (don't judge - the spoon had to get washed anyway), but doesn't look quite right. 

It looks like this because it still needed the addition of warm water and vegetable oil. 


I suppose the only good thing about this mistake was that it came straight out of the papered tin in one glop, leaving nary a gingery skid-mark on the paper.

No, this is what it's supposed to look like. Probably.


Possibly. The directions say that the batter will be thick, but I think the emphasis should be on ‘batter' as opposed to ‘thick', because otherwise you'll be left with something like I had to begin with - thick, yes, batter, no.

Then you place the tin in the pre-heated oven and bake for forty minutes, or until a toothpick comes out clean. 
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Now, when it says forty minutes, you may find that that's not enough time, because your tin might not have been big enough and your cake might look baked on top, but the rest has the wobble of Homer Simpson's belly after being poked by the doctor in ‘The Simpsons'. This is not a good look for a baked cake. I ended up de-Homer-fying it for a total of seventy minutes. Yup. 

It did come out looking like this, though,


and smelling absolutely scrumptious!

You can tell, however, that the baking wasn't one hundred percent efficient, as on slicing in to it you can clearly see the makings of an almost-crust around the edges, just drier than the rest due to it being in the oven for so long.


It does taste DIVINE, though. And the consistency is squidgy enough that it reminds me of bought gingerbread cake. Except this is better. No, really, it is! 

The next time I make this, once I've saved up enough pennies to afford the maple syrup (oy, that stuff is dear) I'll split the batter between two tins and see how much a difference that makes with the baking time and consistency, but until then I shall be content to treat myself to a slice of this delectably squidgy cake and slather it in butter, just how my Granny used to make it for us when we were wee!

Friday, 13 January 2017

Walking In A Winter Wonderland

“Nicola hasn't seen snow in person since before she started walking for weight-loss, so never had the chance to indulge in splurging social media with snowy nature pictures! UNTIL NOW!!!  Mwahahahahah!

And yes, she seems to enjoy taking photos of fallen trees that have been artfully striped in snow by Mother Nature!"

It snowed! It really snowed! My inner seven-year-old was squeeeing with delight! That it actually hadn't snowed very much at all didn't stop me haring it up the hill towards Magus Muir (or as much as one can hare it up a hill through slidey, beginning-to-melt slush-snow, wearing very stout, very heavy boots) and stopping near the entrance to turn around and take a photo of the village in Winter Wonderland mode. 


Yes, yes, I've seen it whiter after a mid-Summer hailstorm.

Thankfully, the woods had kept more of their share of the white stuff, and little girl mode kicked in again!


Every time I walk to Magus Muir I take a photo of this fallen tree. It's one of the first things that catches my eye fifty metres or so into the woods, and I find the juxtaposition of its final resting place against the upright living trees incredibly beautiful. I'd never been successful in transferring that beauty to 2D until this dusting of snow was just enough to let my camera catch the criss-crossing of the boughs.

My timing couldn't have been more perfect - the rising sun (yes, 10am, but this is Scotland in Winter!) had just made it above the tree line but hadn't yet touched the snow in the hush of the woods, so what had fallen during the night was still lying undisturbed.


And lots of fallen trees that I'm pretty sure hadn't just fallen overnight with the snow. Fallen trees EVERYWHERE!! Not that any of them have actually ruined the lives of those growing up amongst, or indeed through, them!


It must be said that although many of the trees are quite young - the majority seem to be silver birch perhaps up to 50 years old - it's an ancient woods...


... which becomes obvious when looking up to see stark branches of old, old trees reaching up towards the bright sky, the tips of which gilded by the rising sun!

I do prefer this time of year to any other. No, I lie. I prefer Autumn, Winter and early Spring to the over-abundance of Summer. You can't see the woods for the trees in Summer!

Oh, how I make myself laugh. 


I loved how the stripes of snow added an extra dimension to the tangle of undergrowth that made my detail-loving self exceedingly happy! You can imagine how these woods would look if painted by Klimt or a young Van Gogh! 


And I couldn't pass my favourite old lady of the woods without a visit, to see her reaching out towards the rising sun. Just don't tell my other favourite near Kemback that there's a rival for my arboreal affections!

Not that they'd care one way or the other, but my imagination's on a roll now...


I'd show you this photo (above) in the original colour, but, if you remember from posts past, the camera on my phone does have a tendency to add more hues to white than actually seen with the human eye. Not that it's so fancy-schmancy that it has infra-red or whatever technology is needed to see more than what's there, it just has a dodgy lens that adds pink to the middle, and green to the edge of any photo that is overly-blessed in the white department. A pastel shot of the woods might be lovely for an 1980's themed post (mmm-mmm those ‘Whiter Shades Of Pale' I believe they were called by Dulux*...?) but an arty-farty photo attempt late 2010's? Nope.


Pastels and greys aside, the light was quite beautiful in itself:


creating beautiful yellows and oranges beside the blues of the shadowed snow.


Or beautiful pinks (greys) against the greens (greys) of the shadowed... nope. One day I really am going to get a decent camera!



* Mwahahahah!


Friday, 9 December 2016

Follow The Russet Leaf Road...

...Follow the russet leaf road,
Follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow the russet leaf road!*


I'd earmarked my day off in Den Haag for a good walk around the Scheveningse Bosjes, come rain or come shine. Hahahah! Sorry! Come shine! HAHAHAHAH! 

The thing I love about the gloom of a typically overcast Winter's day in a northern European forest is that glow. You know, the one I mean? The almost primeval light radiating from the earth through the ground cover of bronze and copper leaves.


Or is it just me...?


It's not just me! You can see it too, can't you?


Or, of course, it might just be my dodgy camera...


Nah, I don't think so!


I'm pretty sure I'm not imagining it...


and it's not the result of a migraine aura...


...but it might have something to do with the sun, when it finally deigns to join us, being so low in the sky to begin with...


Low-level lighting in every sense of the words!

*Apologies for the earworm!



Thursday, 8 December 2016

Where Am I?

You'll recognise this wonderful gateway, I'm sure...:


No?  How about this pretty little pond?


Still no?  Son, I am disappoint!

How about this branch-dissected piece of sky?


Okay, that one was maybe a tad on the hard side...

This leaf-carpeted stretch of woodland walk?


C'mon!!  I know you know!!!

So how about this elegant avenue with arty-farty bridge focal-point?  


Ah, I think you're getting an idea now... Perhaps imagining these trees standing in a sea of rich bluebells might give your powers of recollection one final push?


Yes, well done!!  Sorghvliet Park it is!

Hi honey! I'm home! :)

Saturday, 5 November 2016

Remember, Remember, The Fifth Of November...

Gunpowder, treason and plot.

Well, okay, this references the attempted blowing-up of Parliament and the King (James the VI of Scotland and I of England) in 1605, but could, with a few changes, represent the Covenanters' fight against the King's (Charles I, son of James the VI and I) proposed changes to the liturgy. 

Covenants, treason, and kirk.

Okay, tenuous link to post theme is tenuous, but I'm going to roll with it... because I took another walk to try and find the Covenanters Cave the other day.


I started off in the accustomed way: up Clatto Hill, through Blebo and on to Kemback. I have to say that the road between Blebo and Kemback never ceases to please me, and even more so when Mother Nature is painting in broad strokes of Autumn.


Even Jenny's Steps look inviting with a generous application of copper and gold! (As a swift aside, Jenny is supposed to have lived behind the church, had a small still in her garden, and would sell her home-made whisky to the locals!!)


But instead of immediately turning left at the bottom of the steps and heading back up the hill again, I turned right and attempted to make my way elegantly down the steep hill into Kemback proper, even walking (read: trying not to tip over and skite down the road surface on my behind...) down to the Ceres Burn in an attempt to spy caves around the waterfalls.


Nope. Picturesque falls, but no cave! (I've since discovered that it's literally half-way up a sheer rock-face overlooking the road, so there's a pretty good chance I won't be reporting from there any time soon...)

So I headed back up through Kemback to admire the colourful views up the hill from the ruined church,













climbed up the side of my favourite patch of hill, before heading the three miles home again!




Waterfalls, colour, and calm!

Monday, 24 October 2016

Sukottorando-go Aki*

I can't begin to express how overjoyed I was to discover a compact and bijou Japanese Garden in Craigtoun Park when my sister and I visited near the end of October! I must have walked straight past there without realising what was hiding the last time I was here, but the bright maroon of the turning maple leaves immediately caught my attention.


And when I say tiny, I really do mean it:



Small but perfectly formed. Why did we miss it the first time? I can't say, but for anyone new visiting, once you've walked through the entrance, follow the path to the right for a couple of hundred or so metres to the end  the lake, and it's just to the left. If you're still not sure, there's a wee plaque at the entrance that says ‘Japanese Garden' that's a bit of a giveaway! Mind you, looking at the layout of the park from 2013, there's no mention of it at all, so there's always the possibility that we never noticed it before, simply because it wasn't there!

But it wasn't just the Japanese Garden putting on a grand show - the whole park was on fine form, from the Italian Garden reposing in dappled sunlight,





and the beech-girdled park before it,


the Cyprus avenue, standing majestic behind its entrance piers,


and the pathway leading to it,


to the Dutch Village resting on the tranquil boating pond,


surrounded by multicoloured pathways of fallen leaves.


It wasn't just the grand vistas, either. (And why isn't the plural form of vista ‘vistae' or ‘visti'? I mean, yes, it's probably a remnant of the ancient Old English versus Latin plural battle, but English can be so fickle when it wants to be...)

Where was I? Ah yes... close vistae! Mwahahahah!!


Himalayan honeysuckle (Leycesteria formosa) and Chinese Barberry (Berberis julianae). And I'm not going to tell you how long it took me to find the name of the latter. Apparently both fruit are edible, but as much as I'm a willing experimenter when wearing my Fake Food Blogger™ hat, this is slightly beyond the realms of my culinary ‘expertise', plus I suspect I would have been on the receiving end of a stern telling-off from the park workers had they caught me filling my backpack with pilfered berries!

I was happy to revel in the whizz-bang of their colour-tastic display, though, as I was with the demonstration of Autumn glory throughout the park. It's quite as spectacular a place out of season, as it is in, and for my taste, made even more enjoyable for the lack of people! ...And if you've read any of my posts about the Japanese Garden in Den Haag, then you'll know how I feel about gardens teeming with humanity! :: insert winking emoticon here ::


*Scottish Autumn, in Japanese! :)