These scones are simple to make and can be made start-to-finish in just about an hour. I have yet to have them fail completely, even when I scorch the bottoms.
One batch makes up to two dozen scones, depending on your extras.
3 cups all-purpose flour
½ cup white sugar
5 teaspoons baking powder
½ teaspoon salt
¾ cup butter (I take it directly out of the fridge. Works great.)
1 egg, beaten
1 cup milk
Preheat oven to 400 degrees F (200 C). Lightly grease baking sheets.
In a large bowl, combine flour, sugar, baking powder and salt.
Cut in butter. (I find it works best to cut the butter into quarter inch slices, then just squeeze it into the flour with my hands until it’s thoroughly mixed)
[If adding extras, they go in now]
Beat the egg in the bottom of your liquid measure, then add milk to measure one cup total of liquid.
Using hands, pour a little of the milk-egg mixture into the dough until it starts to stick together, and it should be JUST SLIGHTLY soggy. (I have never in all the time I’ve made these used the entire cup of liquid)
Turn dough out onto lightly floured surface (I flour my surface a lot more than lightly, it makes my job easier) and knead briefly (until it stops feeling soggy on the outside. Don’t over-knead, it makes the scones tough).
Roll dough out until it’s approx ¼ inch thick.
Using a biscuit cutter, cut rounds from the dough and place on baking sheets approx. ½ inch apart. Re-roll dough on floured surface until all dough has been cut/shaped into rounds.
Bake 15 minutes or until golden brown.
For sweet scones:
I like to add white chocolate chips and dried cranberries for sweet scones. I have never measured how much I put in, but it’s half-ish of a small bag of chocolate chips and maybe 1 cup of dried cranberries? I just dump it in until it ‘looks right.’
Brush the tops of the scones with egg white and sprinkle with pearl sugar to really impress those minions!
For savory scones:
Add a package of diced ham OR six to eight slices of bacon cooked to a crisp and well-drained, about a cup of grated cheddar cheese (I suppose you could use any grated cheese you like, but cheddar is what we keep on hand around here), a tablespoon-ish of garlic powder, and two or three tablespoons of fresh chives, chopped (or cut into tiny pieces with the kitchen shears, which is INFINITELY easier than trying to slice the little bastards with a knife). The savory variety has actually proven to be more popular than the sweet - I’ve been told by a very reliable source that it’s like eating the best parts of breakfast all in one bite.
I realize that scones are supposed to be shaped into a round and then cut into wedges, but that never works well for a large crowd, and this way it’s easy to grab a couple to eat at your desk during a particularly grueling debugging session. They also seem to bake more evenly (at least in my oven, but my oven is a temperamental old girl). Feel free to bake these in traditional wedges if you wish.
Also feel free to experiment with additions. These happen to be the combinations that have been the most successful with my audience, but if you’d rather have walnuts and raisins, by all means don’t let me stop you.
Bond’s head jerked up and he peered over the screen of his personal laptop at Q, who’d taken a seat across the table from him, long fingers wrapped around a steaming mug, green eyes blinking owlishly through his glasses.
“What are you doing? It’s one in the morning.”
“Working,” Bond replied easily.
Q snorted. “Pull the other one.”
“I had a request for one of my recipes.”
Q quirked an eyebrow, conveying his incredulity with more panache than any spoken word was capable. Bond smirked.
“Whether you believe me or not, I’ve just finished. Is that coffee or bilge-water?”
Q scowled. “Just because you’re unpatriotic about your choice of beverage does not give you the right to disparage it.”
“Mm.” Bond shut the laptop with a snap. “Bilge-water then. Brush your teeth before you come to bed if you’re expecting a kiss goodnight.”
“You’re such an arse.”
Bond grinned. He had another week of mandatory leave. Time enough to keep Q-branch up to its proverbial eyeballs in baked goods and maybe earn himself a toy or two in the process. It couldn’t hurt, and happy minions meant a happy Q, and a happy Q meant many, many things that Bond rather enjoyed while off the clock.
He stretched luxuriantly, rolled his neck until it cracked, then rose, walked around the table and dropped a kiss into Q’s hair.
“You’re still an arse.”
“But I’m your arse,” Bond replied, and sauntered off towards the bedroom.
Girlfriend you look amazing!! Would you ever be interested in doing a blog post about your healthy eating and exercise routine?
I’ve talked about my recent healthy eating/exercise routine a few times over the past few months, but here is a more detailed explanation because I have been getting this question quite often. I do want to say though that I am not a nutritionist or health guru by any means- these are just things that have worked for me :) different things work for different people!
I lost about 10 pounds last semester. My main priority for my senior year was to treat my body the best that I could by changing my exercise and eating habits (my intentions were not to necessarily lose weight). My other priority was to be more mindful of how I spend my time in general. Though eating healthy and working out in college can be difficult at times, I have found it to be very rewarding. I think it’s always a great thing to make positive goals for yourself- no matter how small they may seem.
Here are some things that worked for me over the past semester or so:
At the beginning of last semester, I decided to transition towards a vegan diet. I now eat about a 95% vegan diet. I eat vegan as frequently as I can. However, a few months ago, my friend’s mom cooked only grilled chicken, so in that case, I did eat that. I eat vegan when I can, but if a friend/family friend is only serving meat, I will eat it. For me, eating a vegan diet isn’t necessarily an ethical thing for me. It’s definitely more about the benefits that come with eating a plant based diet (documentaries like Forks Over Knives really touch on this topic).I am very lactose intolerant (and I have been for pretty much my entire life), and I have been strictly dairy free for several months now. I feel my best when I eat a vegan diet, though it isn’t the easiest choice while living in Mississippi. When I do eat dairy, I have an allergic reaction, and I’ve learned it’s just not worth it (even though Mac & Cheese is like my favorite food on the entire planet).
I feel like I mostly eat small meals throughout the day instead of a traditional three large meals. I eat a TON of Lara Bars (the chocolate brownie and mint chocolate ones are my favorites), almonds, raisins, pumpkin seeds, chia seeds (I eat these with a spoon a few times a week, which I think grosses out my roomies/family), coconut milk yogurt, skinny pop, almond milk, blackberries, blueberries, kind bars (which have honey- but most are dairy free), and hummus. We just got a Chipotle in MS, and I went 4-5 times last week with friends, and it’s super easy for me to eat vegan there. I always order 3 soft tacos with black beans, lettuce, and guac. I also recently learned how to make Acai bowls, which I am super proud of! I make them with frozen acai packets + medjool dates + almond milk + bananas + frozen berries + chia seeds (all in my blender). On top, I usually add blackberries, agave granola, and pumpkin seeds. However, some of these ingredients can be hard to find in my tiny college town, so I do drive to Whole Foods in Memphis about once or twice a month (and to also see my high school bestie who lives in Memphis). For meals, I do go to Panera quite often now that they have brought back the black bean soup (yay!). I get that a few times a week, and I love it! If you do eat meat, you should try the Panera turkey chili soup. It’s really healthy & yummy (and dairy free!)!
In the future, I would like to eat 100% vegan, but that is not always possible, especially in the deep south. After graduation, I would really like to eat a vegan diet 100% of the time if I can. It’s really helped the way I feel throughout the day and it has definitely cleared up my acne. I also find it has made me appreciate food more and really learn about what it is I am eating & how it affects my body/the way I feel.
I do not drink alcohol (I am almost 22, in case anybody was wondering). I have had alcohol maybe twice in the past 6 months or so. Giving up alcohol was a huge decision for me, but it has been such a rewarding, positive experience for me personally. I think it has definitely contributed to my weight lose, and it has cleared up my skin. But most importantly, it has given me more time to focus on the things and people in my life that are important to me. On that note, I mostly drink water & I drink a ton of water every single day. I believe it’s so important to stay hydrated. I do go to starbucks usually once a day, and I almost always get a trenta unsweetened ice green tea (I am a little bit addicted).
For cheat meals, I love getting a bean burrito without cheese from Taco Bell (no shame). I also love Chipotle chips & guac. Oreos are my other guilty pleasure (because they are strangely enough dairy free..).
I started going to Orange Theory at the beginning of last semester, and that has made a huge difference! OTF is not easy by any means, but it’s incredible. It’s a science based workout class that tracks your heart rate while you work out. I find it really challenging, but fun at the same time. I go 2-3 times a week depending on my school load (school is always my top priority). If you have an Orange Theory Fitness near you, definitely try it out. The first class is free! My mom goes every single day and loves it as well. I couldn’t recommend it enough!
On days I don’t have time to go to Orange Theory, I usually workout at my apartment’s gym (though I definitely don’t work out every single day- especially if I am super busy with school/sick/etc.). I usually workout for about 30-40 minutes, and I walk/run on the treadmill for 1-2 miles and lift weights (I also do a lot of abs/arm work).
On weekends, I love to go hiking/walking with friends out on the trails! I go alone sometimes when I am stressed out to clear my mind. Being in nature is such a great stress reliever, and I really enjoy going on walks.
I hope that could answer your question! Again, I am no health expert by any means. These are just things that have worked for me!
TEIGLACH are a traditional Ashkenazi dessert that originated in the Jewish communities of Lithuania. Eaten on Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, teiglach are balls of sweet dough boiled in honey, often with added nuts, raisins, citrus, and ginger. Teiglach are said to keep un-refrigerated for weeks on end, but they rarely last long enough for anyone to find out!
one of the best thing that i’ve ever made i swear, i’m really proud of them you can’t understand!
CHOCO-COCO BLISS BALLS, recipe entirely made by me, inspired from the traditional:
64 grams of almonds;
64 grams of dates;
52 grams of raisin;
3 tps unsweetened cocoa;
3 tps shredded coconut;
a pinch of salt to exalt the flavors
all you need is a good blender and the patience to make perfect balls with your hands but you can help yourself with a teaspoon, expecially if you have long nails like mine. left this delicious bunny poop in the fridge for about two hours and then eat it so you can feel heaven in your mouth. your belly will be thankful ♡
Do you have a favorite period Christmas tradition or food?
I take it you mean historical because HECK YEAH I DO
So there once was this game called snap-dragon (awesome name, already we’re off to a good start) and I have no idea how it came to be associated with Christmas but it was popular for a good couple hundred years. Apparently some people still do this. But. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME, KIDS.
Basically, you get a large, intoxicated crowd of party-goers and have them sit around a big bowl. The one presumably sober person in the group dumps a bunch of raisins in the bowl and pours brandy over them. Then the whole lot gets LIT ON FIRE. So here you have a bowl of raisins floating/potentially jumping around in FLAMING ALCOHOL and the object of the game is to grab as many raisins out of there with your bare hands without lighting yourself on fire and getting killed. Fun for the whole family, bring the kids!!!
There are a lot of quaint images of people doing this while apparently being civilized but this one from the 18th century is my favorite because everyone including grandma is completely shitfaced and oh my god the cat:
So yesterday I got tagged by @maylilies to do this challenge/tag thing, which is fun because earlier that day I stumbled across a message while having a blast to the past with @issard about being tagged in this exact challenge 4 years ago by @free-to-be-no-one-but-mee So I’m taking this opportunity to not only answer @maylilies questions but also the ones I got tagged to answer 2013…
A prompt fill request from the verra patient @angelicbeing, who asked for an “Emma/Merida friendship with CS and Merintosh”. And it spun out of control, into a college AU, with Emma as an international student at St. Andrews on a golf scholarship. I have no idea if the athletics program info is accurate, but eh…needed it that way for the story. (And yes, I snuck in a line from both ‘Hamilton’ and ‘Parks & Rec’). Title from the long-standing tradition of ‘Raisin Weekend’ at that school.
Almighty.” Merida backed away from the third-floor window, passing her hand
over her eyes. “Of all the….”
looked up from the textbook she’d been furiously highlighting in for the past
hour. “Now what? More half-naked revelers?” she asked, though she was sure
what—or who, rather—the real problem
was. The hooting and yelling had been going on for awhile now, but there was
only one person Merida would bother bitching about if she caught wind of them.
jest any ha’-naked types—tae verra bane of my existence.” Her hand fluttered
towards the window. “I mean, I cannae even tell wha’—I mean, tae be so
self-cennered tae think innocent uni lasses want tae see what ye’ve usually got
tucked aways— “
eyes rounded. “Oooh, I wanna see!” Ignoring Merida’s protests, she darted to
the window to look down upon their fellow St. Andrews’ student (and notorious
partier), Macintosh, just on the grass below with MacGuffin and Dingwall, his
rugby buddies. Though the latter two were trussed up in animal onesies—a bunny
and a bear— the most practical costumes for both the fall weather and drunken
shenanigans, Macintosh hadn’t deigned to do the same. Emma didn’t know if there
was a different term for it in Scotland, but back in the States, what he had on
would have been known as a banana hammock.
And other than a plaid scarf wound about his neck that matched the coloring on
the thong, he wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. Painted blue rings marked
the rest of his body, but still left nothing to the imagination. Emma smirked,
and hollered down to him.
young laird!” She signaled him, waving both arms overhead in a wide arc.
ducked down and crawled right next to the sill, giving Emma a hard pinch on the
leg. “Jest what d’ye think yer doing? Dinnae encourage him!”
“Ow! I’m just being friendly—“
looked up, a half-grin plastered on his face, obviously already on his way to
being facedown by the end of the evening. “Aye, if it isna fair Emma. Are ye
and yer flame-haired, demoness flatmate plannin’ on joinin’ the festivities
Hochzeitssuppe (wedding soup) is a clear German soup, usually based on meat broth, chicken meat, small meatballs (Fleischklößchen), asparagus, noodles, vegetables, herbs, and an egg garnish called Eierstich. Sometimes raisins are added for good luck. As with many German dishes, there are regional variations, but it’s popular at weddings all over he country and eaten by the wedding party as a first course of the feast after the wedding ceremony. One variation is the Westfälische Hochzeitssuppe, which contains beef instead of chicken.
He has to stand in the foyer to take it all in when he first crosses the threshold; there hasn’t been this much life in this house in a very long time.
The noise is not unwelcome, though, nor the chaos; there is laughter and love decorating the deep mahogany walls, glittering just as brightly as the holiday decorations that have been hung. Kids with candy canes and Santa hats run around, their excitement and laughter colliding with Christmas music playing from somewhere, but it’s not a cacophony that deafens; it’s the sound of believing again.
A voice rings out over the din, and he turns to see his sister taking the steps down to the entry hall two at a time, just like she had when he’d first returned from Lian Yu. They embrace now as they did then, though it’s different, deeper, given everything they’ve survived since, and he says quietly to her, “The place looks great, Thea. You did a hell of a job.”
She leans back and beams, and though she’s seen far too much of the world – and his – he still sees the light innocence that has always colored her features to him, and it settles him in a way he didn’t know he needed. “It was a group effort,” she says, looking over his shoulder at the people who are going to make their old home a family one again; people still struggling after the Undertaking and Slade Wilson’s siege on the city, finally given the help they should’ve gotten a long time ago.
That they’re opening the house to its first occupants two weeks before Christmas – and ahead of their original January first deadline – makes it all the better.
To mark this week’s release of Harper Lee’s long-awaited second novel, Go Set a Watchman, why not try an old-fashioned cake from Alabama, featured prominently in Lee’s classic first novel, To Kill a Mockingbird.
In it, Scout Finch’s neighbor, Maudie Atkinson, is known for her Lane cakes and guards her recipe closely. She bakes one for Aunt Alexandra when she moves in with the Finch Family. Scout gets buzzed from the whiskey in it and comments, “Miss Maudie Atkinson baked a Lane cake so loaded with shinny it made me tight.”
Dubai is a melting pot of more than 200 nationalities. Such a vibrant mix of cultures, traditions and tastes make it a foodie’s dream destination.
Dishes from all over the world are at your fingertips, from sumptuous Emirati delicacies, to quirky variations of your favourite dinner-time treats. In particular, food fans should try Emirati takes on Iranian and Indian food.
Panettone is a sweet cake originally from Milano, usually prepared for Christmas and New Year’s in Italy. It’s one of the symbols of the city of Milan. It’s light and fluffy and contains candied orange, citron, lemon zest, and raisins. Other variaties are available. It’s served sliced and accompanied by sweet, hot beverages or a sweet wine. In some regions, it’s served with a cream made from eggs, mascarpone, dried or candied fruits, and a sweet liqueur such as amaretto. Sometimes, zabaione is used. The origins of this cake appear to be ancient, dating back to the Roman Empire, when ancient Romans sweetened a type of leavened cake with honey.
Is a surreal poem an original experience or does it refer to and re-create an experience prior and external to itself? Reading the poems published here, I'm often accosted by this question.
That’s an awesome question. I believe the ambiguity of these two possibilities (orginal/internal/intrinsic versus referential/external/extrinsic) was intentional because the Surrealists made it their mission to abolish the illusory dichotomy of inner/outer, etc.
Original/intrinsic. Surrealism has been assimilated into modernist and postmodernist poetics primary as an original experience; that is, as an experience generated in and unique to the text. This is perhaps best captured by the alchemical model for surrealist poetics. Gregory Corso was particularly fond of Percy B. Shelley, for instance, whose alchemical approach to language sounded to him very much like the surrealists. In this model, language is an objective thing that the poet manipulates like a laboratory researcher, and when the poet gets the right arrangement or combination of objects: Voilá! a magic spark flies, or a sudden transformation occurs, turning base elements into gold. Certainly this is not inconsistent with the Surrealists’ theories of radical juxtaposition and contradiction. Here, each word, phrase or image created by a poem (automatically generated or otherwise) is unique, and the results (because of the element of chance) are unpredictable and original. This transformative manipulation of language elevates our understanding of the world and helps turn ugliness and chaos into beauty.
Referential/extrinsic. But there is another way side to the story. Surrealism’s Hegelian loyalties suggest a metaphysical monism that proclaims underlying unity to all things. Ultimately cohering to a preternatural or supernatural or teleological reality (about which the Surrealists declined to speculate), the world and all things in it are interconnected and thus correlate and interpenetrate according to this hidden, deeper reality. Thus, the jarring, seemingly contradictory relationships of ideas and things in surrealists texts are presumed to gain their marvelous quality because they point to this deeper reality. That is to say, rather than seeming merely bizarre and irrational, surreal images are also beautiful because the ultimate order of things is not merely rational (in fact most Surrealists would say it is fundamentally irrational, anarchistic, and erotic). All things are analogous to each other because they correlate in a part-to-whole unity that is only differentiated through arbitrary divisions (rationality). This “metaphysical” side of surrealism is indicated by the “One in the Other” game and the concept of Objective Chance. In the One in the Other game, any object can be contained by any other object—“The raisins inside the water bottle inside the book inside the crumbled napkin inside the baroque music”—revealing a plane of interconnection. The concept of Objective Chance says that accidental encounters with ordinary, everyday objects can be marvelous and meaningful simply because they reveal a principle of chance (extrinsic to us) operating in the world. Found Objects (and the whole array of artistic prompts that obtain from this tradition) engage this aspect.
Again, the Surrealists hoped their poetics would dissolve the apparent difference between these approaches. It is intentionally unclear whether chance, difference, beauty, etc. are constructs in consciousness or in reality itself. And so they might have answered that your question betrays and assumes a dualism that they believed was illusory and inhibiting. :-)
On 4 December in the Maronite calendar we venerate St Barbara. She was a Martyr who lived in the fourth century. Her father was a rich man and they lived in Heliopolis which is modern day Baalabek in Lebanon. Barbara was extraordinarily beautiful and her father built a tower to hide her. From the tower, there was a view of hills stretching into the distance. The desire to know the True God consumed her soul. A priest disguised as a merchant came to the city. After instructing her in the mysteries of the Christian Faith, he baptized Barbara.
When her father learnt that she was a Christian he grabbed a sword and almost struck her with it. Barbara fled, but her father rushed after her. She fled and his in the hills and hid. Finally, her father found her and handed her over to the prefect of the city. St. Barbara was tortured. Another woman Juliana was moved by St Barbara’s courage and denounced the torturers in a loud voice, she was also seized.
Both women were repeatedly tortured. Sts. Barbara and Juliana were beheaded. Barbara’s father delivered the fatal blow to his own daughter.
Eid il-Burbara or Saint Barbara’s Day, is celebrated on December 4 by Maronites in Lebanon. Children dress up in costume and masks remembering Saint Barbara who disguised herself in many different characters to elude her father and the Romans who were looking for her.
The traditional food made on this feast is Burbara, a bowl of boiled wheat grains, pomegranate seeds, raisins, anise and sugar. It is offered to children who go from one house to another in costumes.
* Wear red underwear to ring in good luck! According to Italian New Year’s traditions, red underwear brings good luck. This goes for men and women, so this explains why you see so much red underthings hanging in shop windows at this time of year.
* A traditional Italian New Year’s Eve meal is all about symbolizing abundance. In Piedmont, rice represents coins so one traditional dinner is white Risotto. Elsewhere, lots of dishes feature lentils, which symbolize wealth and raisins for good luck. A popular dish is lentils served up with Cotechino, a pork sausage. Although it’s from Modena, it’s also traditional in Lombardy, Molise, Trentino, and the Veneto. Another dish is Zampone, sausage that comes in a hollowed-out pig’s trotter. The sausage is sliced to look like coins for good luck.
* Eating grapes is believed to bring in money in the new year. When the chiming clock begin to count down the last seconds, you must to eat 12 grapes, symbolizing the 12 months of the year.
* To ensure a sweet New Year, ancient Romans gave each other jars of dates and figs in honey and a bay branch for good fortune. This hasn’t changed much, at least in Naples, where people exchange figs wrapped in laurel leaves.
* The New Year is also celebrated with Spumante or Prosecco, Italian sparkling wine. New Years parties, whether public or private, will often last until sunrise in order to watch the first sunrise of the new year.
* Fireworks and lots of noise scare evil spirits away so there are lots, hosted by every city and many towns. Families and groups of friends will often have their own with firecrackers and assorted rockets.