So the latest Macklemore was the anthem to our recent #madmaxberryroad road trip (I haven’t written about it here which is weird. I will do a recap this week), with it played generally a couple of times a day at full bore with us all (badly) singing along.
It’s quite something hey. (I kind of had grand plans to put together a compilation of all the holiday snaps to the song but, ludite.)
In all honesty, I truly thought the singer of ‘downtown’ was a woman so almost fell off my chair when I watched the official clip and realised it was very much a man.
Anyway, he’s Eric Nally and I reckon he’s all kinds of awesome.
I bought the boys a waffle maker for Christmas. They’d mentioned wanting one on and off throughout the year but it still blew their collective mind when it was unwrapped.
Get in my belly.
Naturally in the weeks leading up to Christmas I was researching recipes for waffle batter and settled on two from my spirit baker Smitten Kitchen.
These far outshone any of the other recipes we tried. They are rich in flavour and so delightfully crispy.
It needs you to start the night before but it is far from arduous. You also have to leave the batter out overnight which may make you cock your head but just do it ok? In the morning the mix can look a bit funky but stir in the eggs and baking powder and brace for the best waffles around.
Pressshous
I can’t offer any real cooking advice as the Breville machine I bought has it all built in and you just select your type and it cooks it accordingly. Bless it.
Author: allconsuming via Smitten Kitchen from Marion Cunningham
Serves: 8 waffles
Ingredients
½ cup warm water
2¼ tsp (7 grams) dry yeast
2 cups warmed milk (not too hot, it will kill the yeast)
115 g butter, melted and cooled slightly
1 tsp salt
1 tsp sugar
2 cups plain flour
2 eggs
¼ tsp baking soda
Instructions
The night before
Combine the water, yeast, milk, butter, salt and sugar in a bowl
Whisk in the flour (I find that if you scatter flour over the top of the wet mixture and whisk as you gradually scatter more over then it doesn't go too lumpy)
Cover and leave on the bench overnight
In the morning
Lightly beat the eggs then whisk into the mixture along with the baking soda
I’ve been thinking about this new years resolution malarkey. Last year it was to only press the lock button once when leaving the car, not the standard fifty. I achieved that by March so all in all a good year.
Naturally this year there is the compulsory 20kg I’ve been resolute to lose every year for the better part of the last decade but that was making me feel moribund and resulting in the consumption of even more cream (this season’s go-to apparently).
Basically my diet from the last two weeks.
So I thought, what would I really like to do. The answer? I want to start quilting again.
So that’s my resolution for 2016, to start quilting again. Just clearing off the table where I do so will be no mean feat, having been consumed by boxes of lego and now largely inaccessible due to a keyboard rarely played.
But I’m excited. I need a new decent sewing machine of course so this really is going to be a year long resolution but the idea of doing something creative has put a kick in my step.
In other news I am getting old.
For the better part of a year I’ve had this, increasingly unbearable, pain in my left heel and mildly in my right. Self diagnosis and the experience of friends tells me its plantar fasciitis, apparently common in “middle age”. Also common in young people on their feet alot like athletes and soldiers but let’s not kid ourselves.
I put it down to a number of factors a) old, b) fat, c) live in thongs (flip-flops) in summer, and d) live in work boots in winter.
That’s right. It’s time for the orthotic, supportive shoes. My first foray into this realm has been a pair of fancy (read expensive) thongs that have improved the situation markedly. My SIL (not old or fat but also not a soldier so, anomaly) has already been down this road and assures me these will help cure my crippling pain in as little as three months.
I figure this is some sort of karmic arse-slap for all those times I mocked Blackbird on shoes she liked that I thought were ugly.
It’s come to this, orthotic thongs. #old
I bought the pair on the far left but immediately regretted it and wished I had gone for the ones on the far right. The bling ones in the middle never stood a chance.
Another indication of my ageing is the athritic pain in my thumb joints but I’ll save that scintillating story for another day.
What’s news peeps. Christmas is done, new years is done, January is underway. How’s the world in your neck of the woods?
