IT'S SCONE CHEESEDAY!

I’ve always been envious of people who can make a great cheese scone. It’s been a challenge of mine to do the same. The saltiness of the strong cheese, layered with the soft scone texture, along with lashings of butter make these my best so far. Plus, my Mom thinks they are delicious and they taste pretty scrummy to me.

Makes 6 scones
Oven – 210 fan, 440F, 230C – pre-heated oven on high for 14 mins

INGREDIENTS

225g self-raising flour

½ teaspoon salt

1 ½ teaspoons of English mustard powder

50g butter, out of the fridge so it’s cool but easy to cut

125g extra strong cheddar cheese, chilled and finely grated

60ml cold milk + 60ml cold water, mixed together

1 egg, beaten with a splash of milk

METHOD

1. Sieve the dry ingredient; the flour, mustard powder and salt into a large bowl
2. Cut butter into small chunks and add to dry ingredients. Use two knives and a chopping movement to distribute the butter evenly. There will still be lumps so with cold hands (I run mine under a cold tap) rub the butter into the flour. The idea is to keep this mix as cold as possible, hence why I only rub the butter in at the last minute and for no more than 10 seconds.
3. Mix in 110g of the grated cheese so it’s evenly distributed throughout.
4. Make a well in the centre of the dry / butter ingredients. Add the milk and cold water and use a flat bladed knife to bring together into a mound. Avoid using your hands. Don’t worry about a few dry bits, you can press these into the mound with your knife at the next stage.
5. Dust a surface with flour, tip the mound and any extra dry bits onto the surface and press down lightly so it’s approx 4cm high. Don’t roll it or knead it because that will make your scones tough.
6. Cut into 6, and pat the sides to incorporate any dry bits. Irregular shapes are best. That’s where the crunchy bits will be. Use cold hands, no more than a few seconds for each scone and put straight onto a baking tray. No need to grease the baking tray, I don’t, but you can dust lightly with flour, if you wish.
7. Brush tops with the egg mix and place the remainder of the grated cheese in a mound on the top of each one.
8. Bake in the oven for 14 minutes until golden brown, turning the tray at 10 mins.
9. Remove from the oven, leave on the tray for 10 minutes then place on a rack to cool.

10 TOP TIPS TO ACHIEVE THE PERFECT SCONE

1. The secret to great scones is to limit the amount of contact with your hands. The heat from your hands will quickly melt the butter, which in turn will make the scones dry and tough.
2. Forget rolling and shaping with cutters. That requires more handling. Rough, organic-looking shapes, I think, are much more interesting.
3. Sieve the dry ingredients to distribute the mustard powder and salt
4. Mustard powder is stronger than mustard paste so if you only have paste, use 2 teaspoons and whisk into the wet ingredients.
5. Use a measuring teaspoon if you have one to measure the salt and mustard powder accurately. You’ll find your scones are better seasoned because teaspoon sizes vary.
6. Use block butter to get the best results. You can substitute margarine but choose a block rather than a soft, spreadable margarine.
7. Choose a flat baking tray, preferably with shallow sides. Place your scones not too close together, so the hot air can flow between them and crisp up the sides.
8. Use a flat-bladed knife to mix and shape. I have a lovely knife, which used to belong to my Grandma Marie, and adds a touch of nostalgia to all my baking.
9. Pre-heat your oven to cook the scones quickly. I use the middle shelf so they cook evenly, are golden brown and crisp on the edges. You know your oven so if you need to pre-heat it for longer to get it to temperature or bake them for slightly less time or for longer, just keep an eye on them so you don’t burn them!
10. Scones are best eaten fresh so either freeze any that are left over, warm through on day two, or just accept that you’re going to eat them all in one go!

Happy times with new friends

What is this thing called chemistry? What makes one person different from any other to a point whereby I can 'hit it off' as great friends within seconds? When with others, you just know the greeting will be just that. Nothing more, nothing less than a hello.

My new best friend is Penny and she's a lovely person. She introduced me to the lovely Cathy, who she works with in New York. It was lovely to meet them for dinner at Downtown Disney. We wandered around the shops, giggled and bought ice-creams just like young kids!

Then we sat on a bench watching the Disney fireworks before catching the bus back to the Anaheim convention centre. Happy times...

 

 

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Creative space with a plate of food to share

Given that one of the top 10 reasons for being 'me' includes time for some creative space every day, that means I challenge myself to make decisions. I know, I'm my worst enemy! I thrive on deciding 'stuff' in certain sectors of my life which I want to plan down to the tiniest detail, However, life dictates that I also have to make decisions on the less interesting parts of my life, which I definitely don't enjoy doing.

I've worked hard to finely tune my single life. Doesn't everyone do that? I guess, perhaps not, which is why another's need for a partner to share the decision-making is stronger than mine is. When we are asked why we want someone else in our lives, I bet the top answer is never, because I want to share the burden of decision-making! And yet, that is surely a huge benefit to being in a couple. Watching two people share a plate of food makes me envious. Simple pleasures, but hugely beneficial for our emotional well being. That's what I crave.

 

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Living the dream

 

It's 24 degrees inside and 0.3 degrees outside this morning. There's a layer of crisp white frost on the roofs and lawn but we're very toasty indoors. The heat from the huge indoor fire radiates out through the house 24/7. It's far hotter than anything I'd have at home but it's the norm here. Sleeping with the window open means the bedroom stays cooler during the night, although the downside is that night noises are so much louder. The tractor, coming down the lane late last night sounded like it was coming through the window. It was so loud! The dogs start barking when the papers are delivered at 4:30am, then comes the voices heard at the bus stop and the bus at 5:30am. The clock chimes at 6am and that pattern is repeated every single day. Hungarians go to bed early and they're up at 5am so what do they care? Life in rural Hungary, even so close to the main tourist 'sea' of Lake Balaton, continues as it has done for many years. Signs of sky dishes, telephone masts are the only sign that technology may have invaded village life. There's an older generation that live here in the villages who live a frugal, simple life and they hold dear their traditions, their festivals, their recipes and their catholic roots. That's the Hungary I want to visit.

 

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Decisions downtime!

Hurrah, this holiday is time for some decision downtime. I know I love controlling my life and making decisions around it but I do wish I didn't have to do all of it, all of the time. Decision-making fills my every waking hour, as well as some hours of darkness when I don't sleep. Of course, making decisions is a fact of life. The amount of decisions we all make depends on how many 'significant others' influence us on a daily basis. I have worked hard to sharpen my decision-making pencil to deal with more and more as I've grown older. But I don't like the volume of decisions that lie in wait for me every single day. Being your own primary carer is blooming hard work! Given that I'm single and live on my own, the percentage of decisions I make is going to be higher I'd say than someone in a relationship, or living with family. That's why being on holiday with my wonderful family is just so great!

 

 

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A dose of vitamin D!

Who'd have guessed it? Lashings of gorgeous sunshine again today. This is just what I need. Nothing too hot, a gentle 15 degrees and warm enough to sit outside on the terrace. I love a holiday as much as the next girl and it's especially lovely to visit family for a holiday. Apart from booking the flights, parking and buying a few gifts, I've done little else. Staying with family is lush! It's a chance to be together again and each time I do it, the dynamics change. I think it's because my life is, I'll admit, quite structured but it lacks any kind of routine. Weird sounding, I know and some of that needs to change. What's nicer than becoming absorbed back into family life for a few days, experiencing someone else's life and joining in with the good bits. Suffice to say, in the case of the Szabós, there are no bad bits!

 

 

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A slice of Hungarian life

Is it day 3 already? Tuesday 3rd November and I'm standing in Greg's garden in Vászoly. I've set up my standing desk (a stool stood on the table!) which is a bit cutting edge for the Hungarians. It's an cosy 15 degrees here and the sun is so hot, both myself and Mom are in shirt sleeves. There's not a cloud in the sky, just the faint sounds of the village people and a local bus driving past the village. I like a slice of life like this, rural and peaceful. In touch with family but not suffocated by them. In control but with consideration.

Everything about Greg & Rachael's 'Good life' here is appealing. The clearly defined seasons and the lack of unseasonal food, which means they buy it when it's at its best, in season! The allotment, which in less than two years is already delivering fresh produce which will keep their larder stocked up this winter. If you had to choose a lifestyle, you'd be hard pressed to find fault with this one! Admittedly, if you enjoy shopping and need to drive to Bristol to work, the location has its challenges. And the tinternet is rubbish! But being unconnected has a certain freedom, a charm that has to be good for the soul. I like this life a lot!

 

 

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Sometimes life is like odd bits of a jigsaw

Who says that life's little pieces have to join neatly together? Sometimes life throws us jigsaw pieces just like these. Every waking day could be a series of misshaped bits if we let it. Our alarm doesn't go off for some reason. We need petrol and the garage isn't open. We drive to work and discover we've chosen the wrong clothes today. Let's face it, confronting life with a brave face is tiring. I find it hard when things don't go the way I expected them to. There is only me to solve the puzzle of which bit goes where, whereas two heads, we all know, are better than one at solving puzzles. So much of life is like bits of a jigsaw. We rely on our relationships being like closely fitting bits of the same puzzle. Get the edges and the corners done and your heart tells you that you're on your way! When the pieces turn out like these, it's time to accept that you're better off chucking them back in the box and starting again! Give me an old fashioned cottage garden puzzle where every bit had a sticky outie bit, or two, and I'll be happy ;)

 

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I love my family...

It's not difficult to see what's so special about my wonderful family. We are all deliriously happy and aren't afraid to show it! We spent enough time with Dad to know that faced with a camera lens there's only one thing expected of you, and that is a smile ;)

 

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By the seaside...

You've got to love Lyme Regis on a Bank Holiday Sunday in May!

 

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So is true...

I love collecting quotes, mainly on Pinterest, because it's an easy place to store them. A few days ago, I found this little gem. 'She' resonates so much with someone I know very well ;)

 

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Super secret silversmith squirrel!

PTake a piece of silver sheet, some amazingly talented tutors, a lot of inspiration and it's the perfect recipe for a perfect weekend. Making silver jewellery is a joy.

Pitch black walking!

Pure adrenalin rush got me back up the hill last night - and a couple of glasses of good red wine! I'd driven to Milton Abbas, checked in at my B&B and strolled very leisurely down the hill to the pub. It's had been a glorious sunny day so it was still warm which made the walk really enjoyable.

Of course,,when I came to leave the temperature had plummeted so it was freezing cold! It was also pitch black so armed with my phone torch, which gave just enough light for me to see my feet, I started trudging up the hill.

All I can say is, it's a good job there wasn't much light! Otherwise, the sight of that perishing hill stretching out before me would have sent me straight back to the pub & my half open bottle of red.

But I rarely give up on anything so despite having a couple of pitstops, I made it up the hill & back to my B&B without incident, yeah!

Life at the Mill

My reason for being here. I wake up every morning and although the view through my window never changes, the scenery certainly does. From misty mornings to smokey, wood burning afternoons, swans flapping frantically across the lake, fish jumping, trees bare, heron standing waiting for supper, fishermen trying their luck, the sun coming up in the mornings, the mist hanging just below the tops of the trees, rain bouncing off the surface of the water, the first green buds of spring and those darned ducks throwing a quacking good party at some God fearing hour of the morning! I love all these special moments and cherish the time I spend here as custodian of my wonderful home.

My new guilty pleasure..

I love Jolly Nice for oh so many reasons. Not just for the wonderful tasting organic meat, not even the fresh veg but for the wonderful coffee, pistachio, pear and cardamon cake eaten by me (as you can see!) in the yurt. The wood fire is lit, there's light banter going on and life is not just good - it's amazing!

A sunny flower for a very special little boy

I'm remembering little Wilf especially this week. His beautiful, bright daffodil reminds me how special and wonderful Wilf was. I never really knew him and yet, he touched more peoples lives in his three short years than I could ever hope to do. His strength, determination and smile that could light up the night sky, is a lesson to us all. Live for today, smile through all life's ups and downs and make every single day count. It's not the length of your life that counts - it's what you do with it. Touch other people's lives with care, respect, love and you won't go far wrong. Our lives are better because of Wilf, his wonderful family and friends.

On holiday in West Sussex

A host of wonderful adventures and memories to be repeated again - very soon!

My best nights sleep in years!

Just when I'm having a couple of nights at a good hotel, I happen across a couple of amazing nights sleep! That doesn't happen very often. In fact, I could count my good nights for one year on just one hand. I'm a restless sleeper, in and out like the proverbial yo-yo and as a result I have been searching for the perfect mattress. Today I found it!! If anyone could have seen me frantically pulling off the bedclothes trying to find out what brand of mattress I had been lying on, they'd have laughed out loud. And to my surprise, look what I found. Not just a brand but a cute little label - see here. At first I thought it was an instruction for me to follow, doh! But it's for note for turning.. how clever.. it made my wonderful nights sleep even more perfect.
So my footnote to this story is that I called the hotel (yes madness ensued!) and they very kindly called me back with details of the actual brand of mattress. I searched online and did a bit of research and.. I  have bought myself a wonderful new bed.
Thank you Fawsley Hall Hotel for an amazing nights sleep and for many more super uninterrupted sleeps to come!

Highs and lows...

Lows... Feeling so tired! More tired than I'm used to experiencing, that's for sure. My hectic lifestyle means I'm used to drawing on my energy reserves. I do it quite often. But this is a quite different feeling. I'm delving into my emergency reserves -- those extra crystals of pure power and energy that rarely get touched. It's a short term fix for weeks and weeks of extra hours. Roll on holiday time!!

Highs - today, I sat and chatted with May from the Great British Sewing Bee. She was charming. My awards, which have sucked every bit of life out of me these past few weeks, went extremely well. I'm now sitting in Loch Fyne having consumed smoked haddock, mash and a poached egg, followed by frangipani tart with custard. Not one jug of custard but the barman kindly bought me two, woo hoo!

It's been a very long day and a good one.

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My super silversmith journey..

Carefully positioned within the vice, protected within a small piece of leather. Starting with a very small drill at first then increasing the drill bit until the hole is large enough to be threaded onto the bracelet.

It's looking rather rough, wouldn't you say?! Just a little bit of filing and my wonderful silver bead is ready for more polishing. I am the polishing fairy! It's never a chore.. for some reason, I find it very therapeutic. The joy of getting a beautiful even finish is worth all the hours of filing.

Here is my finished satin finished silver bead charm. Most people, I know because I've tried this, say 'That's nice', and that's okay, really it is. Only I know how much time and effort it has taken me to get from a flat sheet of silver to a perfectly round silver bead. I'm happy that only I know because it becomes my little secret, It makes my fabulous silver bead mean even more to me. I couldn't do any of this without the help, guidance, kindness of two wonderful people that are Flux 'n Flame. I feel so lucky to have happened upon them.