Claire
Saturday, 31 August 2013
Dear Tooth Fairy. Re: Outstanding Dental Payments
Claire
Friday, 30 August 2013
Recipe: Rum and Raisin Fudge
One of my favourite parts of my money-saving challenge was forcing myself to only use what I had in my cupboards. It's all far too easy to just pop to the shops and pick up some extra groceries all because you were missing the 2 drops of vanilla essence from a recipe... and seeing as money is going to be tighter than ever, when the baking bug hit recently I decided to make something using only what I already had... the result:
Homemade Rum and Raisin Fudge
- 900gms Muscovado sugar (I used a mix of dark and light - the molasses flavour ended up quite strong so if you're not a fan I stick more towards the light end)
- 250gms butter
- 1 can of evaporated milk (again lurking at the back of my baking cupboard)
- 200ml water
- Rum flavouring (3-4 tsp)
- Handful of rum-soaked raisins - I'd been making my Christmas Cake, so I had some fruits already soaking, but if you don't have any to hand pour a small amount of rum over your raisins and leave to soak overnight.
- Using some of your butter grease a Swiss roll tin or similar - I used a a square silicone tray.
- Melt the remaining butter in a large saucepan. Once melted stir in the evaporated milk, 200ml water, and rum flavouring.
- Stir in all the sugar (I found it best to use a whisk to stop the sugar getting too 'clumpy' ) until it has all melted into the buttery liquid.
- Now you need simmer vigorously for about 50 minutes, stirring with your whisk every few minutes, to turn it from this:
Once you're at this stage rapidly cool the mixture by plunging the base of the saucepan into cold water and stir like there is no tomorrow... As you keep stirring and the mixture cools, sprinkle in your raisins. Once the mixture has thickened, become almost grainy in texture and isn't quite so shiny, pour it into the prepared tin and leave to cool completely.
Once cool chop into bite-size pieces!
I have to say, this fudge went down a storm in our offices, but it is really really sweet... personally the next time I make it, I think I might top it with some bitter dark chocolate to try to cut through the sweetness... but hey, I think it was a success - not only have our colleagues been treated to some rather scrummy fudge, but that is three boxes of sugar that won't have to make the move with us!
Monday, 26 August 2013
Merry August! My first Christmas cake
We made our way back around the M25 this morning and, realising that all the shops will be closed due to the bank holiday we decided that an in-house activity was very much on the cards - and for me, when we make the decision to 'do something' in the house, that always means baking!
I had a quick rummage in the cupboards, glanced at the calendar, and formulated a plan...
We'd spent the weekend lazing around with family, so I wanted to make a cake that represented that - and frankly, if the weather wants to turn, at best, autumnal then my baking can be something suitable for chilly day.
Deck the halls with bows of holly... fa la la la la, la la la laaa...
Yes, it may be August, but I have started my Christmas cake!
Currently, the dried fruit is sitting in a bowl of brandy, but once I am satisfied that the little shrivelled things have plumped up enough I'm going to start in the rest of the mix.
Having never made a Christmas cake before I'm really rather excited. My mum has always been the one to make our family one. Each year around October she complains that she hasn't started her cake yet, and threatens that this year will be the year that she doesn't bother... but then on Christmas Day, out she comes with a beautifully hand-painted cake. It's may favourite part of the Christmas meal.
Even if my finished article isn't a patch on what my Mum makes, I figure that 3-months of 'feeding' a fruit-cake will turn it into something beautiful and boozy.
So I better get cracking... There's only 120 days until Christmas!
Sunday, 25 August 2013
Why New Look never gets old
Sunday, 11 August 2013
The view from the Gentleman's Room: Macbeth, Shakespeare's The Globe
For our anniversary last year Hubby and I spent the weekend in Stratford Upon Avon. We stood on the steps of The Swan theatre and watched the river burst its banks. As we helped move sandbags to protect local businesses in The Bard's hometown Hubby mentioned that he'd like to see more Shakespeare... and seeing as he was a huge part of my English degree who was I to disagree!
So last night we headed off to The Globe. The recreation of the open-air theatre of Shakespearian England on the banks of the Thames. I'd got a seats in The Gentleman's Room (I'm all for a padded seat over a hard wooden bench!) and as we gazed out over the gathering crowds I explained to Hubby, just how the people standing for 2 and a half hours were much better behaved than the original Groundlings - no hawking your wears, or cavorting in sight, all eyes firmly trained on the stage. The play would be the focus, with nothing to distract from the passion, betrayal and madness of Macbeth.
I was surprised how wrong I was.
Within moments of the first Act opening a gentleman sitting behind me lost his footing as he leant to get a better look at the stage, his cup slipped from his fingers, soaking me in a pint of larger... I figured sitting in a cloud of beer just added to the authentic experience. But the distractions didn't end there...
I completely missed the royal Princes fleeing to from Scotland as I watched a lady empty her stomach all over the floor, and was finally coaxed off her bench and through the crowds by members of The Globe's team. Then, moments later, one of the people in the standing area collapsed and the stewards dashed to their side barreling through other Groundlings out of the way with a wheelchair...
Maybe these distractions are to be expected in the notoriously unlucky Scottish Play - but the show must go on. The cast covered up the off-stage drama with absolute professionalism. This was the first time I'd seen a live performance of Macbeth and although it is one of Shakespeare's darkest and most sinister of plays, this RSC version really makes the most of every possible comic moment. It's not all doom and gloom - there is light, shade, texture... with light touches of musuc, singing and dance the show really was something very different to the versions of Shakespeare that I had seen before.
I love a bit of Shakespeare, but Hubby was totally mesmerised by his first experience. A trip to The Globe is not just a night of great theatre, its a completely different performance experience - and this season's Macbeth is one I thoroughly recommend.
Wednesday, 7 August 2013
Why I love the theatre
There's something about the smell in a theatre that makes the onstage magic come alive. I've always loved live performance - there's an intimacy of being able to make eye contact with a performer as the belt out a song, or the possibility that something tonight might go differently from every other night. There's something so special about the gamble that performers and the audience jointly enter into.
After being theatre-less for months now, by a strange fluke it appears that I'm going to be at 3 different theatres watching 3 very different shows over the next few weeks. The first was an amateur production of the comedy musical The Witches of Eastwick. It's quite a dark musical for a comedy, that plays on themes of lust and power... and just what is too much.
This weekend I'm heading to The Globe for Hubby's belated birthday to see Macbeth. We spent the weekend in Stratford upon Avon for our last Anniversary and we missed out on a trip to The Swan due to the floods, so I figured I'd gamble on the weather for an open air production.
And then finally, the following weekend I'm going to toddle along with a group of friends to The Southwark Playhouse to come face-to-face with Titanic: The Musical, it's a show I'm quite familiar with having been in an amateur production last year, but I'm really looking forward to seeing to show done by a professional troupe.
I feel so lucky that I have to opportunity to see these shows. I grew up in Somerset, which was lovely, but it did mean that a trip to a big theatre was a lot more challenging... and fairly limited.
I look back on these times when my theatre options could essentially be boiled down to whatever happened to be on at either Bristol or Bath, and I realise how much things have changed for me by moving East...