Pineapple Cup Cakes

Pineapple Cup Cakes

It’s been a rough day.  Very, very busy, lots to do, not enough time in which to do it and lots of outside stresses knocking at the door.  I have nothing really to complain about – it was just one of those days where you seem to be talking to everyone through gritted teeth and wishing they would all just leave you alone.  Not their fault at all really.  I am worrying and fretting about a few things at the moment and my patience with everything and everyone (especially myself) is wearing very thin and my ability to cope with “normal” everyday stuff didn’t quite make the party today.

Speaking of parties, tomorrow we have a couple of events at work : one, a combined birthday morning tea for everyone in the building who has celebrated their birthdays this month, and two, an afternoon baby shower for one of our lovely ladies who is expecting her third bub very soon.  There is some doubt as to whether the guest of honour will be there – she hasn’t been too well this week – but we will go ahead with the preparations in the hope she is well enough to join us for a little while.

We’ve all been asked to bring a plate, so I have made some little pineapple cup cakes.  I haven’t made them before, at least not with this recipe, and I’m not convinced of their flavour and over-all finish but they will have to do!  Nothing bakes very well in my horrible oven so there is always the problem of cooking things without under-or-over-cooking them. Anyway, I hope these are ok and that people like them (I’m hoping the cute polka-dot cupcake papers disguises any less-than-perfect taste or texture).

Pineapple Cup Cakes

1 Cup Plain Flour
1 1/2 Teaspoons Baking Powder
2/3 Cup Caster Sugar
1 Egg, beaten lightly
1/3 Cup Vegetable Oil
1/2 Cup Milk
1 Cup Tinned Pineapple – diced or crushed (and drained of liquid)

In a large bowl, mix together dry ingredients (you’re probably supposed to sieve the flour and baking powder…I couldn’t find my sieve so I had to leave out that step!)

Make a well in the centre and whisk in the egg, milk and oil until just combined.  Add the pineapple and mix through gently.

Divide mixture into patty pans, muffin cups or whatever you want to use.  My mixture made about 14 medium sized cupcakes.
Bake at 180 C for approx 20-25 minutes.  Leave to cool before frosting if you like.

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Now it’s time for bed and my kitchen looks like something exploded in it and I have neither the energy nor the inclination to do anything about it.  It’s late and if I want to get up in time for work tomorrow, which I do – despite the thought of staying in bed seeming much more tempting – I had better ignore the mess and get myself off to the Land of Nod.  The chaos will still be there in the morning – I might as well add my breakfast dishes to it!

Hope your day has been happy 🙂

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April Blooms (while I curse the cold)

April Blooms (while I curse the cold)

It is raining.  Our parched state is finally receiving some blessed rain from above and my garden couldn’t be happier.  As everyone knows, I don’t like the colder seasons and whinge and complain for months on end until the sun starts warming the earth again and I can get out of the dreaded jeans and pants (I am a skirt girl).  However, I do love the rain and how it freshens everything up and makes the plants blossom and bloom and stand tall.  I love the sound of rain on the roof, especially when I’m tucked up in bed.  This morning I slept in, yet again, when I had promised to get up early and make the most of the day, and listened to the lovely gentle rain, watering my garden for me and making everything clean and bright.

So while drag myself out of bed and make plans for the day, my garden is happily soaking up all the moisture it can get, blossoming and blooming in an explosion of colour, to celebrate the breaking of the “drought”.  I’m just trying to wake up.  I’ll leave the exhibitionism and beauty to the plants 🙂

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Noooooooooo! I’m not allowed to get sick!!!

Noooooooooo! I’m not allowed to get sick!!!

Ugh.  I think I am getting a cold.  I hardly ever get them and, when I do, I am quite pathetic.  Sniffly and moany and pathetic.  I think I hate the time they waste.  When you’re sick you can’t do anything constructive and you just want to curl up in a ball and die, loudly with lots of complaining and coughing.  Right now I feel a bit hot in the face and my throat is dry and scratchy.  I have loaded myself up with Vitamin C, Garlic and Horseradish.  I hate bought throat lozenges and will be making myself soup for dinner (capsicum with added horseradish and ginger and garlic – it is possible no one will want to come near me for a few days).  I am drinking lemon and ginger tea and am about to pour a jar of honey down my throat.  Ugh.  I think I am even more pathetic now I am on my own – not that hubby was particularly good at playing nursey but it is always better to have someone around to fetch you tissues and get you hot water bottles and look sympathetic.

However, I shall try not to give in to the lurgy.  I have one more day of my short holiday left and I do not want to waste it.  I have had a few nice days of crafting with my Mum and I don’t want to stop now that I am back home again.  Today we went to a big craft show at the show grounds and had a great time – but I will update you on that next post.  The days before were spent collaging and playing with clay at my Mum’s.  We had been wanting to make some clay ornaments and beads for some time and decided this would be the week we made a commitment to do so.  We soon learned we are lacking in sculpting skills and probably had visions of elaborate finished pieces that were way beyond our actual abilities.  Never mind, we had fun and made a mess which is the important bit 🙂

I made a few round beads that I want to paint once they are dry.  I also made some pendants (again, faces) and a brooch and a little “L.O.V.E” statue that I think is kinda cute.  They all need to be sanded a bit and/or painted and varnished.  Fun!  Time-consuming!  Messy!  But definitely fun.

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Little L.O.V.E statue.  (you can’t see the word very clearly here but it is near the bottom.
Speaking of bottoms, she has one.  A butt that is!..but you can’t see that either here)

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“Goddess” brooch

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“Face” beads and pendant…

Now I have to unpack all my bags (I’ve been staying at Mum’s and I always overpack) and find my house under all the rubble.  I want to be ready to get up early tomorrow, possibly go for a walk if I can get motivated enough and then do a solid day’s crafting as I won’t get to do any for a while due to pesky work commitments (so inconvenient this work business!).  I also plan on eating the fudge I bought at the craft show in a moment of weakness.  I want to get back onto my healthy eating so will have to consume the fudge quickly so as not to ruin my healthy week.  That’s my story and I am sticking to it.  Fudge is good for sore throats, right?

Hope you are having a great weekend, free from lurgies and full of fun and fabulousness! 🙂

More Beady Bling

More Beady Bling

My Easter holidays are going so fast – too fast!  I keep sleeping in which is SUCH a waste of time but I cannot get up.  It’s ridiculous.  I purposely put my alarm clock w-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-y across the room so I am physically forced to get up in order to turn it off.  Of course, that would be a good plan if I didn’t just turn it off and get back into bed.  Hopeless.  But I am not, nor will I ever be, a morning person.

So, the following items were made later in the day when I was awake and vertical and not muttering about alarm clocks and neighbours who make too much noise in the morning.  After my routine bowl of cheerios.  After I’ve had a shower, scowled at myself in the mirror (I really need to get a funhouse mirror – one of those ones that makes you look skinny) and given up on my hair.  Only then am I ready to sit and craft.  Which is what happened today.  

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Tomorrow, I plan on changing tack entirely and doing some clay work.  Have been doing nothing else but jewellery for a while and need a break from it.  Just for a bit.  I will show you the results later 🙂

Hope you’ve had a happy day.

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Rustic Country Easter

Rustic Country Easter

Happy Easter or Eostre or Smyngus-Dyngus or whatever you celebrate (if you celebrate) this weekend.  As a good-for-nothing heathen, I basically celebrate having a few days off work, seeing my family and bemoaning the fact I can’t eat chocolate.  My brother and sister-in-law, however, are making up for my lack of respectful worship and/or church-going abilities by taking their four children to church this morning so that they could learn a bit about one of the real reasons we even have Easter in the first place.  They themselves are not religious in any way, but they felt it was important the children understood that the holiday is not all about chocolate and bunnies and going on egg hunts.  I myself lean towards the older, pagan traditions and meanings behind Easter but that is just a personal preference and belief – I don’t judge anyone else for what they believe in.

Anyway, moving away from the heavy and slightly inflammatory subject of religion…  This weekend I spent a lovely couple of days at my Dad and Step-Mum’s farm in Boyanup with my Mum.  I have spoken before of how well my parents get along and how my Mum really enjoys going down to see my Dad and Step Mum.  It’s such a relief.  It wasn’t always this easy and pleasant, believe me, but they have built bridges and gotten over them and now it is just NICE to spend time in their company.  My Mum and Step Mum get along well and have a laugh (I mean, nobody knows my Dad as well as they both do) and my Dad is just so happy that he can have us all there with him and it’s not weird or uncomfortable.

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Dad had quite a bit of work around the farm to do so us gals went sight-seeing and shopping.  Lots of little vintage shops and antique stores were open, as well as cafes and other places of interest.  I haven’t gone antiquing for ages so this was a fun afternoon for me and the prices in many of the shops were unbelievably cheap.  At a shop called “The Quirky Den“, I got this adorable little W H Goss vase for just $4.  It’s so cute.

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At first I was put off but the bear baiting / dancing bear image but then I couldn’t “bear” to leave him behind.  He can be safe with me and never have to perform again (except to just look cute on my display cabinet).  He can sit with my miniature bears.  My Mum bought a nice blue and white plate and my Step-Mum picked up several nice pieces of china to decorate her walls, including a little miniature house which she collects.  The Quirky Den was indeed quirky, but well worth a visit 🙂
Their prices are very reasonable and they have lots of great stuff.

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We also visited a GORGEOUS little shop called “Rustic French Living“.  Ooh la la!  So pretty and chic and gorgeous.  I will let the pictures speak for themselves – I wish I had bought something in there…I was eye-ing off the lovely little rabbit/Easter tags but then didn’t get them.  Regret!  Will definitely have to go back another time and spend a longer period there.  It was getting late and so we only looked around for a little while.  But beautiful stuff 🙂  They also have cakes and tea/coffee if you’re partial to a bit of refined refreshment. If you’re in Western Australia and travelling through the South-West, do stop in and have a look.  I wanted to buy everything…the lovely ladies in the shop were very welcoming and did not mind me taking photos (sometimes shop people get a bit huffy when you do it, so I always ask first and tell them what it is for).  You can also visit their awesome Facebook page here

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That evening we were treated to the most gorgeous sunset – the colours were amazing and I am so glad the photo does it justice.  Just beautiful – isn’t nature amazing?

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Hope your weekend was as relaxing and happy as mine.  If you can eat chocolate, I hope the Easter/Eostre Bunny was generous.  Have a great week everybody 🙂

You know you’re getting old when…

You know you’re getting old when…

I am feeling my age today.  Or, at least, feeling the age that 40 used to be.  You know when you were a kid and 40 seemed so OLD.  Like, way past over the hill.  Old.  Well, that is how I am feeling today.  I haven’t been 100% well-feeling for the last week or so and am just feeling fat and fed up and forty.  Which, I reiterate, is not old.  But today it feels it.  Wow, that’s a lot of “feels” all in one paragraph…

Someone mentioned a song in the charts today and I had no idea what they were talking about.  Hadn’t even heard of the singer.  I used to be all up in the music scene.  I knew who was who and what was what.  Now, I’d be lucky to be able to name half of the artists in the top 40.  Which makes me feel old.  Because I swore blind I would never be one of those old fuddy-duddies who dissed new music and only listened to music from their own era.  But I am becoming that way.  I cling to the fact that I like and appreciate Lady Gaga – as soon as I start not understanding or liking her, I am in trouble and may as well order myself a Zimmer Frame.

Signs I am one step away from the old people’s home

As I was having physio this week, I looked up at my very attractive-but-far-too-young-for-me physiotherapist, noticing he had a couple of days’ worth of stubble on his face.  I almost reached up to stroke his face and comment that he looked handsome.  Which would have been inappropriate and weird.  Worse still was the fact that the action was almost like maternal  affection, rather than a romantic / flirtatious gesture.

I am in bed before 10.30 most nights.

I prefer staying in than going out.

I have started to remark (a lot) that music on the radio “these days” is “rubbish”.

I have trouble understanding advertising.

The other night, at my cousin’s rowdy 40th Birthday party, I was standing in a corner drinking a cup of tea, wishing someone would turn the music down.

I have started calling people in their twenties “kids”.

I don’t know half of the celebrities that appear in magazines.

I have the beginnings of a bunion.

The cold weather makes me ache.

I have a fine collection of hot water bottles.  And use them.

I am doing a lot of squinting when trying to read things.  My arms are no longer long enough to hold objects far enough from my face to read them accurately.

When my nephews and nieces ask me how old I am and I tell them “Old”, they believe me.

I don’t know the names of any of the One Direction dudes or what they sing.

I think Miley Cyrus has lost the plot and needs a good talking to. And some clothes.

I am fighting a losing battle with the strands of grey in my hair.

I wonder where manners and good grammar have disappeared to.

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At the end of the day, I am NOT old.  And if I am, well then, I am lucky to be so.  Not everyone gets the chance.  But today, I would like to feel just a little younger, a little less creaky and be able to sing along with at least half of the top ten songs in the charts.  And not turn the volume down.

Hope you are all feeling young and spritely today.  If not, join me in a cup of tea and quick Nanna-nap and start again tomorrow.

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