Lets talk about scones.

Proper scones. Proper plain scones are a versatile little fluffy parcel of wonder. You can get a batch to the table in less than half an hour, you don't need to buy anything fancy to make them. And while we're at it a real scone mix is egg free. That's right. No eggs. And to boot they are great with everything, cheese, marmalade, golden syrup, clotted cream and strawberry jam. Or simply buttered. Brilliant with a cup of tea or a bowl of soup. From breakfast to supper.

(On a side note I am digging the camera cable out today, this is getting crazy.)

Ingredients:

200g of self raising flour (or 200g plain and 1 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda and 2 teaspoons of cream of tartar)

25g of butter

pinch of salt

milk (butter milk, greek yogurt or any dairy free milk alternative) 

Method:

Sift the flour. add the salt. Rub or cut the butter through. Stir the milk in until you have a stick elastic dough. Tip out onto a floured surface. Roll out to about 2cm thick. Cut anyway you see fit! Mix makes about 5 good size scones or 10 small high tea style scones. Glaze if preferred with a milk or egg wash. Bake in a hot oven for 10-15 minutes until golden. 

Enjoy! 

Minnie xoxo

The past wee while in pictures

I carved a pumpkin. His name is Seonaidh. 

He's a handsome fellow isn't he?

We took a Hamis MacLego on a hike 

He was awestruck by the views.

We went on an explore and discovered that the old Dunblane road is hardly a road at all any more.

It was tarmac before the storms washed it away.

The weather has been cold, crisp and clear.

Lovely.

Could there be a more appropriate time of year for this top?

It glows in the dark. Squeak.

What Have you all been up to recently? Ready for Halloween? 

Minnie xoxo

Depression is like the bad pair of tights.

Everyone who wears tights (pantyhose) know what I mean about the bad pair of tights. They look just like any other innocent, well behaved pair of tights in your drawer but as soon as you are irreversibly out of the house for the day they will turn on you. The ankles will bag, the crotch rides down to just under the bottom of your skirt hem. Your whole day is spent trying to slyly adjust, pull and cope. You try and look like you aren't wearing Bad Tights. But the effort of running into every loo you pass, hiding behind bloke trying to adjust in public and performing all kinds of stealth gymnastics that everything falls to the wayside. Nothing is enjoyable, you can concentrate on anything and by the end of the day you are exhausted.

You throw the bad tights away, recognise with hindsight that something felt off when you pulled them on. They'd been brilliant tights up until now, just the right colour, not too shiny. You loved them dearly, hand washed them in the bath, never made them bobbily by wearing socks over them. Alas the Bad Tights are a constant, not tied to any one pair. The Bad Tights can be any pair, a previously loved pair, a pair in a multipack of otherwise wonderful well behaved tights or the greatest betrayal a previously trusted brand begins turning out only Bad Tights. For some people is not tights, it can be knickers they got from being comfy trusted friends to bum floss seemingly over night.

I've been really low recently, its been a Bad Tights day every day. Even when I wear jeans. Its so difficult trying to appear normal that everything else gets left behind. I'm back on the upswing now, which is quite nice.

I hope none of you are having a Bad Tights day,
Minnie xoxo

My life right now.

SO MUCH STUDYING. It's essay time right now. So much due, i'll update soon though.

What are you guys all up to?

Minnie xoxo

Fear.

Today I was very, very brave. I walked up Dumyat. And yeah to most people 418 meters ( over 1000 feet) doesn't sound like much but i am beyond terrified of heights.

Here's the required photographic evidence:

That would be my trying not to look like I'm about to faint of fear face. The views were bloody stunning and it was a really nice way to spend one of the last nice days of the year. But fuck me bloke had to hold my hand the entire way up and down. I may have conquered the hill but the fear is still alive and well.

Oh well. No matter. It was a pretty good way to spend an afternoon between essays.

What have you lot been up to this weekend?

Minnie xoxo

its October

How is it october? HOW? Where is this year going? Can somebody please slow it down?! Because yes in my head there is a wee man with a speed control, and he needs to pull on that big ol' brake or at least do some fancy magic with the gears because I have so very many things to do. My house is a mess, my uni work is being sadly neglected and i have a cold. But sorry guys tomorrow I am taking my cold for a walk, sniffly snottery me is going to class. Its getting a wee tour of the library tonight though, so it may get all of its infecting done these.

Anyway, its October already and aside from making the blog look all festive (See webs and all that spooky tartan. Er because I'm Scottish and its October?) I've not achieved much these past few days but reading.

Hope you've all had a better week, how are the christmas cakes coming along?

Minnie xoxo