So in lieu with my foodie life, i tried a recipe by JOYOFBAKING
So it is baked “
of course“,read (DUH) so pre heat your oven 280 degrees , i have to admit this is a party popper, you take it to an event and people think you put in so much hard work when you literally just whipped it up with your whisk in a few minutes. bake for 15 to 18 minutes
things that you will need
2 cups (260 grams) all purpose flour
1/4 cup (50 grams) granulated white sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup (113 grams) unsalted butter, cold and cut into pieces
2/3 – 3/4 cup (160 – 180 ml) buttermilk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract (optional)
In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt.
Cut the butter into small pieces and blend into the flour mixture with a pastry blender or two knives. The mixture should look like coarse crumbs.
Add the buttermilk and vanilla extract to the flour mixture and stir just until the dough comes together. Do not over mix.
Transfer the dough to a lightly floured surface and knead the dough gently and form into a 7 inch (18 cm) round that is about 1 inch (2.5 cm) thick. Use a 2 1/2 inch (6.5 cm) round biscuit cutter to cut the dough into circles or any cutter of your choice. Transfer the scones to the baking tray and brush the tops of the scones with a little milk.
Bake for about 18-20 minutes or until golden brown and a toothpick inserted in the middle comes out clean. Remove from oven and transfer to a wire rack to cool. Can be stored at room temperature for a few days.
credit for this recipe goes to JOY OF BAKING
In the detail from Botticelli’s painting, the one of the oranges in their deep green trees at twilight, I’m able to feel it again. As a child, I didn’t see the brush strokes but the painter’s pure vision, standing between the real and the oils that caught it. What floats between the thing and […]
I describe but never quite feel, Cocooned, inured to pure reveal, Buried, layers down, intractable, Inoculated, reality non-contractable From this position of attrition, I mould and scrape a feeble rendition Of the revelation denied us By machinery on the jagged cusp Of improbability and despair, Created by no-one, from nowhere Out of the mind of […]
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I understood very little but wow ! I’m beyond impressed
Oh god here she comes again, i listen with little interest as she laments on her quite lofty yet unscrumptious situation in life, see the thing is she is pampered through and through , with little interest she remarks on the latest exquisite painting she had acquired from la museum du paris , for a meagre amount of $36000 , “you know i must quite admit it took me some time to recuperate from the horrific incident two nights ago” she laments once again “go on marie” i urge her to continue, ” my most recent maid and masseuse all the way from indonesia-sita broke my cartier decorated mirror” she takes a sip of her very healthy looking lime water in a lady like manner, you see marie gilles – Harris, daughter of a french multi millionaire and wife to a hollywood celebrity she met in Ibiza is currently seated across me as it happens every few weeks. “Although my husband has already requested for a new one , i couldn’t help but think que fais tu ? sita, et elle dit desolee mademoiselle harris” she wipes a mock tear ” can you imagine this uneducated brat had the gut to say she was sorry” i took a sip of water from my own glass and wondered off thinking if only you knew ma cherie mari tu est le brat ici, this leads her on to rambling i suppose while i drank the bland lemon water, marie is friends with me because we are from the same school and were so different in school back then , both being together had let me to meeting marie, coincidentally “sophia imagine the gall of that asian girl in Jakarta who thought that i was bland and white” apalled at her racist nature , i had to admit juanita was south american from Brazil not Indonesia.”but marie , juanita was a nice girl to you and she was Brazillian” i pointed the facts “whatever, je te dit she was a spoilt girl who thought she was hardworking” actually juanita went to a $30,000 private school on a scholarship maybe that was her mistake, why do i still put up with marie some ask ? because simply put she puts up with me not the other way around, i have very little interest in most things as you may have noted, an air of arrogance perhaps ” oh marie elle n’est pas important , lets not waste another moment on her, call that silly maid of yours i need more water” how endearing i loved and encouraged myself to work a little “so lazy sophie the bottle is right in front of you go ahead and refill that glass” marie observes “tu dit ? i work atleast and i operate a charity for poor dark babies of lazy parents in Africa country” i retort , well vraiement i work as a model and face of chanel I’m sophie Del souza half french -Italian daughter of a conglomerate multi millionaire so i can sleep if i wished. I can assure you our evening passed by with little interest as poor servants made a lofty dinner which marie and i scrutinized and had a few pins of.
hey everyone today I’m trying a short story
Ruth was the kind of person whose voice you had to mine before you heard it. I asked her, “Tell me what happened.” She said, “Do you really want to know?” “No, but some selfish part of me wants you to hear yourself talk about it.” My demons like me alone. They come to me […]
Deja vu or what? I don’t know but staying alone makes you over think sometimes and make assumptions, perhaps even performing the maths.
It happens also that you are surrounded by people yet you are still alone, maybe I am too deep, I admit I am not superficial on the surface understanding ish of situations, but I always find something to think of……. maybe my life.
Reflections can be good but when you replay one single episode over and over to identify every little detail, you either find faults in yourself or other people.
Most likely yourself not other’s especially if you suffer from low esteem and episodes of depression.
You constantly try to assume, maybe too much International baccalaureate (IB) science textbooks lead to such mathematics of every scenario and the possible outcomes to a situation.
To each his own, reflective or refractive of each scenario in life, just a piece of my heart. ♥
I would like to dedicate this post to Aisha💗 My friend who encouraged me to keep my blog despite University study
https://lavanyasaysblog.wordpress.com/2015/10/24/liebster-award-elated-to-heaven/Hello lavanya and thank you for nominating me for countless awards, i am truly grateful for your friendship on wordpress, i am extremely sorry for not being able to make a post for at least one, lets just say i started university this year and i moved from Jakarta to Abuja. i suggest you check out lavanya’s blog, her poems are very inspiring .
So here we are ………
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We all have seen black models before, Tyra Banks, Naomi Campbell and my favourite Iman, so what is special about lupita you may ask ? well Lupita is a classic black woman, no shade here but most other black models with the exception of Iman have white ish features and straightened hair or wigs, infact most of them are mixed or not very dark skinned, Lupita is that model that is very African, as dark as we come and can we talk about that glow for a minute here ?
Lupita has inspired many dark skinned women of colour to embrace their natural complexion, lets be honest Vogue has never had a woman as dark as Lupita on their cover, if and when they did have a black woman, she was either mixed or light skinned with the straight nose and thin to average lips, which does not really speak to many women of colour especially black women.
She does exude that confidence and allure which many dark women of colour lack due to the age old “the lighter the better” we have instilled into our minds, no longer are we in those days when being a light skinned black woman or man was the best thing that could happen to you as you were perceived more beautiful than your darker counterparts, ever since Lupita won an oscar she gave hope to other darker women that yes we could also make it in the ‘closer to white’ dominated industry of fashion and Hollywood in general’
Lastly can we just talk about her kiny hair, most black women in Hollywood who wear their hair natural usually have looser curl textures or “good hair” as we have come to know it and if they happened to not have those beautiful curls, they go for the creamy crack, wigs or the straightened natural hair, she looks absolutely stunning
I did notice that after her Oscar award winning, the media was trying to prove that Lupita was beautiful, but i dont need to be convinced, do you glow more than Lupita ? if not have your seat because we all know she is beautiful, smart, Educated and well spoken in essence the whole package, we have seen celebrities who cant read well or mess up their speeches that were written for them.
Can we also appreciate Lupita for always talking about her African ness and how many times she visits Kenya or talks about her life in Kenya, No shade but i know many black people who go to any extent to deny their African roots, Lupita could have claimed America and left Kenya behind after her new found fame, but she did not infact she has even brought kenya and Africa closer to her.
Ladies and gentlemen bask in the after glow of the Lupita effect and be wowed.
Here is a gallery…….
A move back home
The sun blessed me the moment I dropped from the airport
Have I talked about the mosquitoes? lord knows there are mosquitoes in Jakarta and their bite is very stingy, yet the one’s in Nigeria are malaria causing, Lord save this soul of mine from malaria.
So far so good I kind of am okay here, adjusting maybe but I think I am doing well for now, I have not been blogging due to my lack of Internet connection, but as of now I finally have Internet which is why of course….
Give me something precious
Old money cannot buy
Like a moment never to be forgotten
Days I can never relive again?
I see my gift, where you may ask?
Not in your heart!
Maybe happiness like a dancing child
Everlasting health ?
Aha find the answer, well incase my acrostic did not come across, the answer is Gold? for the first
the answer to the question is ” In me” because people feel the need to always have others give them something, love, happiness, money etc when the real gift they have is in them and their confidence or belief in themselves, no one can give you happiness, it starts from within.
Rich in melanin
You are beautiful
Like a precious stone amidst charcoal
Sunkissed? No far from that
Sunblessed dare I say
The darker the flesh
the deeper the roots
Glow in the sunshine
Bask in it
You are truly rich…….
This poem is Based on my experience with colourism as a Person of colour, and how people of the same race are obsessed with judging people based on their skin tone, where light skinned people are prefered over their darker counterparts in India, Indonesia, Central Asia, the middle east and Africa in general
Little bright screen in my life
Window to a world
Far away from me
Hello everyone I need help on Haiku?
My long lost friend contacted me last week
The friend that was wiped out of my earth
the friend who was not on the same continent as me
my friend who I last saw in 2013
friends for almost a decade
our bond is strong I’d say
we clicked and continued
as though we had been living in the same room
for the last two years
The one person I thought had forgotten me
the person I missed on lonely nights
of insomnia and sleeplessness
Oh if only Sameera charged her phone
Hello Sameera, if you read this poem i love you,
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Admit it we all live monotonous lives no matter how much drama you try to create (sorry not really) i mean the amount of spice you add into your favourite stew, perhaps you chose a different way to school or work, maybe changed your breakfast yesterday and decided to go out with a different friend next week, well your life is most likely still monotonous
dull, tedious, and repetitious; lacking in variety and interest.
“the statistics that he quotes with monotonous regularity”
synonyms: tedious, boring, dull, uninteresting, unexciting, wearisome, tiresome, uninvolving, repetitive, repetitious, unvarying, unchanging, unvaried, humdrum, ho-hum, routine, mechanical, mind-numbing, soul-destroying; More
(of a sound or utterance) lacking in variation in tone or pitch.
“soon we heard a low, monotonous wailing of many voices”
synonyms: toneless, flat, uninflected, soporific
“a monotonous voice”
You still brush your teeth every morning and night, I still shower everyday in the same bathroom, eat food with same staples yet different spices or cooking methods, so I’ve decided to pack up and leave…………“lol” i used to hate this word and a poem about it will most likely be up around next week inshAllah and my adventures at cake decorating and driving lessons with my unpaid teacher AYA.
MONOTONY IS THE NATURE OF LIFE, LOOK AT THE MONOTONOUS MANNER IN WHICH THE SUN RISES.THE MONOTONY OF NECESSARY OCCUPATION IS EXHILARATING AND LIFE GIVING– MAHATMA GANDHI ,
ONE UP FOR GANDHIANS LIKE ME !!!!
A gallery for you all
Yes my procrastinating self now tries her best to upload a post every Monday, it is no easy feat but i wish to improve my habits, anyways here i come.
Hello to anyone reading this welcome to my blog where i post anything that comes to my mind which revolves mainly around fictional excerpts made from real life, yes i am confused and trapped in this deadly cycle of over thinking real life situations and giving them a literary view with a scientific twist, because i am indecisive i could not figure out which one of my poems to post so i decided to compose one for my blog today for the first time and yes RIP Mike Brown.
Fit into the box
stuck in a box
that defines you
not as a complex individual
put in there by society and its members
You need not fit into it you just need to be in it
for being stuck in there gives a sense of control over
a very surprise full life
Categorised and herded into imaginary boxes
some overlap while some do not
Redefine stereotypes you will not dare
You little traitor to society’s box’s
Do you put people into boxes ?
Do you stick them there ?
Not given a chance to be an individual……
only part of a box……
fit in there……… it has cut off your wings.
If you would like to read some of my poems on wattpad.
BYe! wishing you an eventful week, hope you had a wonderful weekend.
Ha, it was a friday morning and i woke up early on this not so anticipated day, i am 18 years old but i check myself over nothing has changed nor do i feel different. Happy birthday it was 24th July 2015 the day I turned 18.
On a beautiful day such as that there was a lot of sunshine, I brushed my eyebrows and pretended to be an adult, oh wait i am now an adult, any teenager you meet can’t wait to finally clock 18, neither was I different. The ultimate age for most kids when you get to finally be FREE ! Well i just felt normal, my mom still scolds me and i am still broke ! so why then do teenagers covet this ‘finally 18′ birthday as an ultimate achievement ?
I remember being around 7 or 8 and i could not wait to be 10 and finally have that decade added to my timeline, afterwards i could not wait to be ’13’ and be part of the teenagers clique, so on and so forth i always had age thresholds i could not wait to cross, but on the day i finally turned 18 i felt nothing infact i was indifferent like now what ? I think humans just like having something to anticipate towards, maybe its just nature’s way of keeping us hooked to that “what next?” phase we are constantly in.
I know for most teenagers like myself the 16th birthday or “sweet sixteen” as it is coined is supposed to be the best day of your life when you get your license, brand new ‘dream car’ and have the worlds most talked about party, okay at least the town’s best, let’s be honest here. Well if you have watched the show “sweet sixteen” a few years back on MTV you know what I’m talking about. To say my sweet sixteenth birthday was anticipated is a lie furthermore i went to school on that faithful 24th of July 2013 by school bus completely unawares, i still cannot believe it that i wrote the date several times on my notebooks yet did not remember that it was my own birthday. It was on our way back from school in the evening on that stressful day that my brother Abu reminded me and wished me “happy sweet sixteenth birthday”, the whole bus was shocked and i was even more shocked when i realised that indeed it was birthday and i had no plans.
Well cutting a long story short i went home to Duku patra in Jakarta, finished my chemistry assignment and went to sleep after my family wished me, i still was indifferent.
Why do people give such importance to birthdays and anticipate some thresholds in their lives ? why not just move on we know very little has changed maybe i moved from grade 11 to grade 12 but i will be attending the same school with the same bus and teachers with the same group of chattering girls in my class, my chemistry textbook has not changed nor did the final boards exam syllabus exclude Further Organic chemistry from the exam, although i wish it did
yes i did turn 18 and surprisingly i was a tad bit more enthusiastic this year Who knows ?
Hello everyone yesterday was World Sickle cell day, and i just could not believe it, now am wondering if I should start the whole break the cycle campaign by knowing your genotype, or to actually give my essay on living with sickle cell Anaemia. Phew! I can only say that it has been a hassle but it is a constant struggle and I am still learning to live with it. So long story short, sickle cell Anaemia is a genetic disorder that results in the red blood cells changing shape from an oval/round shape to a sickled shape which causes obstruction in the blood vessels, and obstruction causes pain, inflammation and severe tissue or organ damage, the thing is it can affect any organ or multiple organs at the same time. But the main hassle for most sufferers is the pain, chronic is an understatement and I don’t wish to go into it because it is unexplainable. It is so damn painful, sometimes requiring the most powerful pain relievers when in a crisis such as opioids, morphine etc and it lasts for a few days, the frequency of a crisis depends on individual, mine used to go like 3 to 4 times a year, that was the frequency of my hospitalization but recently it has increased to about 6 times or more a year. Anaemia is also a big problem because it causes fatigue which makes it difficult to live up to many expectations, like sports or going out. this is the pain in a picture, i no longer cry though, the pain is too much. Most importantly people don’t understand when you are missing or MIA in school and many things like going out, they can’t seem to understand how 5 minutes ago i was fine, now i need to rush to the ER, but that is how the condition is, you plan your life around it, sometimes it just comes in-between everything and can put a stop to anything from your birthday party to even a wedding ! it can come anytime, anywhere and you will give in when that excruciating I can’t talk pain grips you. It also keeps you behind your peers, socially i can’t seem to catch up and it has helped make me an introvert because here is the thing, Pre hospitalization, you are at home in pain, hospitalization you are in hospital, post-hospitalization you are still trying to heal from fatigue and left over pain from the hospital, trying to avoid crisis triggers. Later on complications begin to arise for me my Avascular necrosis set out 2 years ago affecting my hip bones and i may have to have a hip replacement in the next few years, I also have a non active spleen and gall bladder, constipation and other problems. Over all it is a hassle and can lead to depression but all i would say is know your genotype before marriage else your children may have this chronic condition, happy world sickle cell day to all my fellow warriors, their parents, families and friends. We can do it ! more grease to your elbows Lets break the cycle and end the silence, Perhaps even find a cure ! Bye
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Im a 17 year old introverted over-thinker who is currently trying to look for a way to vent out all my over-thinker and analytical problems on this blog where hopefully some people will understand me. My Blog is going to be totally random but ill try to force my procastinative( if that was a word) self to blog regularly.
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i can’t even begin to imagine where the time flew to , it just went by like a snap this blog is officially two years old, i know i have been MIA for the past few months but I’m back and better hopefully.
my special thanks from the bottom of my heart yes !( you, you know the
half hearted thank you) to all my readers from the thoughts club
Dear Lady Justice, You are here without a summons. Voices insist you be taken upstairs to crowds waiting to watch you, hear you proclaim their imperative. Refuse, at last, dirty from use, long stationed in rooms of churning bile and duty shirked. Move outside now free as spring’s robins. Have […]
Dear Lady Justice,
You are here without a summons.
Voices insist you be taken
upstairs to crowds waiting
to watch you, hear you proclaim
their imperative. Refuse, at last,
dirty from use, long stationed in rooms
of churning bile and duty shirked.
Move outside now free as spring’s robins.
Have nothing of these scripted circuses.
Search for space not up for auction
by men who claim you without scales,
without blindfold. Rip off that gown,
grey, tattered, and go among trees
thin as girls’ legs. See small waving
fronds, the hands of children who need you
to pick them up right now and run.
Copyright 2017 Billy Clem
About Tiffany Teoh:
Tiffany is a Malaysian born Chinese, of Peranakan heritage. She was raised in Kuala Lumpur until the age of 17 and proceeded to live in Australia for 8 years until the age of 25. She is currently hitchhiking and traveling around the world with her fiancé and their puppy. For more on Tiffany, visit her website.
About, The Traveller Series:
The series started from a longing to want to travel after hearing all the good and bad tales from long term backpackers.
Every single piece that made it and didn’t make it in this is book has a special place in my heart as they were the beginning of a journey of a memory that never happened, but a longing that was constant.
We all naturally have it in us to wonder and wander, it’s just a matter of allowing it to take you to places.
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