Thursday, 22 July 2010

Penguin Pride

I have been feeling a little guilty recently, as I have been accused of making sock-based stuffed toys with underlying homophobic qualities. It has been pointed out that the only openly queer Sockie I've made is Mike, and he is hardly a brilliant ambassador for the gay community (apparently the more straight-laced sockies have trouble identifying with an ex-BNP drag queen. Can't think why).
Now, clearly I'm not homophobic (I know some gay people hate their sexuality, but I'm not one of them. I'm too egotistical) - and I can no more control the sexuality of my sockies than a parent can control the sexuality of their child. But maybe I've been putting out psychological signals to them inadvertently? Maybe my Socks don't feel free to express there true nature? That's a pretty horrifying thought.
In an attempt to rectify this situation, I have created Rolo. Now, I don't know if Rolo is gay - he's only just a baby yet and doesn't know himself - but he is purple. And a penguin. And I've named him after Roy & Silo (Ro-lo... geddit?), the poofter penguins at Central Park Zoo who adopted and hatched an egg*.

I'm hoping that Rolo will help counter-balance the penguin family of Burt, Patina and Mundy I made at the beginning of the year

*Yes-yes, I know Silo ended up having a fling with a girlie-penguin, but I like him all the more for his being Bi (again, I'm egotistical. What can i say?). And the whole thing is set off beautifully with Roy & Silo's little baby girl growing up all lezzer. Lovely.

Friday, 16 July 2010

Cake or Death?

Marmalade Tealoaf
I've made this one a few times, and it tends to be pretty well received.
This one was taken into work for consumption by us greedy sparkies - who didn't mind at all that it was really crumbly (you can't slice it thinly? I guess I'll have to have a massive slab of it then... terrible) which was, I think, because the nuts weren't chopped finely enough.
Top tip - use chunky cut marmalade (or in this case homemade, which is even better)
Anywho... Mix 2/3rds of a jar (normal size 454g jar) of marmalade, 175g butter, 175g brown sugar (a dark sticky one is best, like Muscovado), 3 eggs, 225g self raising flour, teaspoon baking powder, 2+1/2 teaspoon ground ginger. Once that lot's all folded in together, whack in a handful each of chopped walnuts & pecans. 
Resist the temptation to eat the cake mix.
Stick the lot in a loaf tin and bake on gas mark 4 for 50mins, then cover with foil and continue to bake for another half hour or so, til it looks rite tasty.
Once it's cooled a little, melt the remaining 1/3rd of your jar of marmalade (in a bowl in the microwave is easiest, but do it on the hob if people are watching as it looks more impressive) and use that to glaze the top.
Eat sliced with a bit of butter, and a cup of tea.
Anzac Biccies
Made (Following this recipe) as a thankyou present for The Boy's mum (from Curdle - she keeps giving us cat food). A bit risky as I'd never made them before. I choose them because they were originally created for the Aussie/Kiwi Army, so I figured they're pretty hardwearing... and Mrs.Wolf doesn't eat alot so she needs a biscuit with staying power.
I think they came out OK - though I would chuck in a smidgen more coconut (or maybe a drop of vanilla extract?) and I'd use something tastier that Golden syrup - maybe a nice dark, rich honey instead. Oh, and chunkier oats. Again, eat with a cup of tea.
I'm off to brew up, got some serious munching to do... Toodle
Noodle xx

A Cat Called Curdle

Meet the latest addition to my household: Curdle the cat. She's a stray who has, over the last few weeks, adopted me as her own. Clearly she has excellent taste and refined sensibilities.
I've named her after the milk-carton that attaches its self to Deebra in Un Lun Dun, given that she has attached herself to me in much the same way.
She's a remarkably placid thing, who seems to have sleeping-in abilities which surpass even my own - and the last few days she has even displayed an interest in tea, so we're clearly a well suited pair. Although I do kind of resent the fact that it's my tea she's interested in...

Thursday, 15 July 2010

Wolf Worship One

I apologise in advance for gratuitous slushiness

My boy really is a miracle in a myriad of ways. He is the most beautiful creature ever to walk the face of this earth, he is insanely clever, funny and much lovelier than he would ever want anyone to believe.
And on top of that, he makes me presents.

He made - that's right, MADE - me this beautiful silver teapot necklace. Told you he was clever. I don't know enough about jewellery crafting to show-off thoroughly on his behalf - but  I do know he cast the pot & lid, designed and formed the hinge... then added his own little touch inside...

'Tis Teabringer - The Vorpal Pot  - to be used wisely, for with great tea comes fantastic biscuits...

Saturday, 10 July 2010

Celebrating Diversity...

... By Letting the Pigs Drink Tea
Even to a veggie like me, it seems pretty obvious that pigs are the tastiest animal. They are made of bacon. They contain cracking, go very nicely with apple sauce, and even their icky bits provide us with sausage rolls. Yum yum yum.
Yet, in his eternal mystery, God decided to tell both the Jewish and Muslim people not to eat pig. There is war in Palestine, yet the pigs are safe.
Penny is very pleased about this, because it means that, in Israel at least, she can enjoy a cup of tea and chocolate biscuit without having to worry about being made into a sandwich.