tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14270736876636378212024-03-14T06:51:22.485+02:00Caroline's ContentLearning to ride a bicycle and other important life skills.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-74226116325939874262016-07-07T10:26:00.001+02:002016-07-07T10:30:01.231+02:00Gluten-free, egg-free crumpetsWe were fairly broke recently, ran out of eggs, and didn't feel like having mealie pap for breakfast AGAIN. So, after googling a few recipes and improvising with what we had in the fridge and cupboard, I made these:<br />
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Dry ingredients:</span><br />
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1 cup mealie meal</div>
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1/2 cup coconut flour</div>
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1/2 cup potato starch</div>
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1/4 cup maizena (cornstarch)</div>
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1 teaspoon tapioca flour</div>
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1/2 teaspoon baking powder</div>
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1/2 teaspoon salt</div>
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8 teaspoons sugar (or to taste)<br />
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2 teaspoons vanila essence</div>
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3 heaped tablespoons butter, melted</div>
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About 2 cups milk<br />
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2 eggs (unnecessary, but eggs are always nice! Add them in with the wet ingredients)</div>
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1 or 2 teaspoons Cinnamon (Add in with the dry ingredients)<br />
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Directions:</span><br />
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<li>Mix all of the dry ingredients together (if you only have mealie meal, that works too! Just use 2 cups of mealie meal instead of all of the other flours and starches)</li>
<li>Add all of the wet ingredients and mix everything up (make sure the butter isn't too hot from being melted, or it will cook some of the batter when you add it in) - the amount of milk is an estimate - you don't want batter as thin as pancake batter, it should be about as thick as a runny cooked porridge. Add milk until you're happy - rather add too little than too much, make one crumpet to test the consistency, and then add more as needed.</li>
<li>Oil and heat a non-stick pan on medium-high heat (about 1/2 teaspoon oil should be fine, just re-oil before each pancake)</li>
<li>Pour some batter into the pan (the size is up to you! You could make a small crumpet, or one as big as your pan! Just start small for testers) and flatten the batter by spreading it out with a spoon. It should be under 1/2 cm thick.</li>
<li>Once bubbles start to appear on the surface, check if it's browned underneath by gently lifting an edge with your spatula. </li>
<li>Once it's golden brown, use the spatula to make sure all of the edges are loose, and the crumpet is slipping around the pan... Then flip it! </li>
<li>Cook until the other side is also nicely browned, and serve as desired (I like mine with peanut butter!)</li>
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The crumpets should be nice and moist inside, slightly chewy (they won't be as soft as regular crumpets), but not gritty - if they're gritty, turn your heat down and cook each crumpet for longer, giving the mealie meal time to cook properly.</div>
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These are very filling crumpets - one batch is enough to stuff two adults with big appetites (we often have a bowl of porridge with three eggs on top for breakfast, so that should give you an idea!).</div>
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Typically, I only decided to write this post after eating all of the crumpets... So I'll update this post with a picture the next time that I make some.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com0Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-57507414645633662972016-05-11T11:54:00.002+02:002016-05-11T11:54:40.092+02:00What I've been doing for money latelyI've been taking a bit of a break from waitressing lately, which has been made possible by a company called <a href="http://www.kotive.com/" target="_blank">Kotive</a>. They have an app for creating something called "Taskflows", which help people to automate tasks in their companies, communities, or day-to-day lives.<br />
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What I've been doing for them (and being paid for, of course!) is creating taskflow templates for people to use and adjust to suit their own needs. After that, I write up a post about the taskflow to show to potential new clients all over the world. So far one of the taskflows I've created is for <a href="http://www.kotive.com/blog/long-lists-of-short-supplies/" target="_blank">automating the procurement process</a> in a small company. There are more to come - I'll add more links in here as soon as they've been published on Kotive's blog.<br />
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Something else I've been doing for them is starring in webinar-style videos that explain how to use their app.<br />
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<a href="http://www.kotive.com/resources/the-field-guide-to-agile-taskflow-design/" target="_blank">You can check it out on Kotive's blog</a>, along with a written-out explanation that goes hand-in-hand with the video, or you can just watch it here on my blog.<br />
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Anyway, that's all for now, folks! I really just wanted to share this video, so I had to write up a whole blog post to justify it. :P<br />
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Oh, and apparently my foetus is now the size of a playing die.<br />
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Bye now!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com2Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-86174998154876525812016-05-07T21:58:00.000+02:002016-05-07T21:58:48.603+02:00There's no use crying over spilt butter!This is a very short post about the fact that I'm pregnant. (The title doesn't refer to this fact, by the way. I'm not upset about it. :P Rather, I'm fairly excited, if not a little nervous.)<br />
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Most of you probably know this already, because I've mentioned it on Facebook. I'm about six weeks along, and will probably be due right at the end of December, which is awfully convenient for all of the family members who will already be in the area because of the holidays!<br />
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So far I've had aches and pains as things start to get stretchy in my belly. I've had morning sickness (YUCK!! What a waste of a pear), excessive loo-trips and some minor emotional adjustments.<br />
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Emotional adjustments? What do you mean, Caroline? Are you bursting into tears while watching a butter commercial like your mother did when she was pregnant with you? (I know, that's a pretty common one, it's difficult to stay emotionally stable when you see REALLY happy people in a butter commercial. Was I allowed to share that funny story? If not, sorry Grandma!)<br />
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Well, no... My emotional moment was as follows:<br />
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I was reading an article in a Your Pregnancy magazine (which Janine bought for me, thanks Ouma!) about milk banks. In this article, they spoke about how premature babies often don't make it because they don't have access to breast milk, which would have given them a much better fighting chance. SO, there are women all over who donate their excess breast milk to these preemie babies. Here's the emotional bit: Some of these women had miscarriages, or their babies died, so they donate all of the milk they produce to the wee little premature babies. That is HARD CORE SAD STUFF right there, and wonderful at the same time.<br />
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My sister, Kathryn, would have bawled her eyes out over something like that. I know, she told me. And she's not even emotionally compromised.<br />
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How did I, the pregnant lady with crazy hormones flowing through her body, react to this heartbreaking article? I'll tell you.<br />
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I almost got teary.<br />
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Yup. I know. What a wimp!<br />
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Anyway, that's all for now, folks! Watch this space for the possibility of more blog posts, most likely filled with information about babies and stuff.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com2Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-22747123724628001042015-12-03T16:10:00.000+02:002015-12-03T16:10:09.568+02:00I Made Cake!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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A while ago, I bought some gluten-free flour mix, because it was cheapish and I planned to make pizza bases with it. I then promptly forgot about it, and it's been standing in my cupboard ever since.<br />
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Then, yesterday, <a href="http://theblackdesk.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Francois</a> and I went over to Bergen (my grandparents' home) to meet Dad and Carol for a creative day of decorating stuff to do with the wedding (which is just over a month away now!), and while we were there, everybody had some cupcakes except for me. No, don't feel sorry for me! I've gotten very used to not having wheaty goodies, and I barely felt any cake-envy at all. I swear.<br />
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When we left, Carol gave me some of the leftover icing that she had with her, thinking that I could use it for something. Well, that reminded me of the flour sitting in my cupboard, and so today <a href="http://lmgtfy.com/?q=sponge+cake+recipe" target="_blank">I Googled how to make sponge cake</a>. And I didn't just Google it. I DID it.<br />
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I followed the recipe for <a href="http://www.hulettssugar.co.za/step_into_our_kitchen_recipes_basic_sponge_cake_variations" target="_blank">Basic Sponge Cake from Huletts</a>, and improvised a little bit because I didn't have white sugar, or enough butter (I halved the recipe below), or normal cake flour. Here's what I did:<br />
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<b>Gluten-Free Sponge Cake</b><br />
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<i>Ingredients:</i><br />
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<li>125g Butter (Meant to be room temperature, but it's HOT today and room temperature meant melted butter in my case. Oops!)</li>
<li>200g White Sugar (I didn't have white sugar, I only had brown. And I think my cake turned out alright, so it doesn't seem to matter TOO much.)</li>
<li>5ml Vanilla Essence (1tsp)</li>
<li>3 Extra Large Eggs (With my halved recipe, I used two average boring normal size eggs from Pick 'n Pay, and as I just mentioned, my cake seemed to work!)</li>
<li>280g Flour (Huletts says cake flour, but I say gluten-free flour mix! I used <a href="http://www.health-connection.co.za/Shop/item.aspx?id=129141" target="_blank">this stuff from Health Connection</a>. I think I bought it at Dischem.)</li>
<li>15ml Baking Powder (1Tbs)</li>
<li>3ml Salt (1/2tsp)</li>
<li>150ml Milk (I just realised I made a hilarious mistake and only used 1Tbs of milk! THAT explains why it wasn't quite runny enough... And why it had difficulty rising. Haha! It's still yummy though.)</li>
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<li>Preheat the oven to 180°C. Grease and line 2 x 20 cm cake tins. (I had one square glass baking dish.)</li>
<li>Cream the butter and sugar together until light and creamy. </li>
<li>Add the vanilla essence.</li>
<li>Add the eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition.</li>
<li>Sift the flour, baking powder and salt together. </li>
<li>Fold into the creamed mixture, alternately with the milk.</li>
<li>Spoon mixture into the prepared cake tins, and bake for 20-25 minutes until golden in colour and a skewer inserted comes out clean. </li>
<li>Leave in pans for a few minutes before turning out onto a wire rack to cool completely before icing.</li>
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After following those instructions (albeit hilariously incorrectly), I then quartered my cake to ice in three different ways. </div>
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On one quarter, I poured some glaze icing (water, icing sugar and vanilla essence) that Carol had given to me. </div>
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On another quarter, I poured very thin orange glaze icing (Carol's glaze icing mixed with orange juice) which soaked into the cake - yummy!</div>
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On the other two quarters, I smeared the delicious chocolate icing that Carol made. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Voila! Chocolate-coated vanilla sponge cake!</td></tr>
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Well. My goodness. How tasty all of this cake is. It may not be perfect, but I no longer have cake-envy! For that matter, I think Francois is envious of MY cake! :D </div>
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There's only one problem... </div>
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I haven't eaten doughy delights in so long, that I can hardly eat any before I feel overcome by rich, sweet, cakey goodness. I can't eat all of it while it's fresh. I'm going to have to put some of it into the fridge for later. Woe is me. :(</div>
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Anyway, have a lovely day, all!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com2Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-36824441293789835962015-11-20T12:58:00.000+02:002015-11-20T12:58:36.852+02:00Making Mango Smoothies! As you may have read in <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.co.za/2015/11/everything-is-breaking.html">my last post</a>, I managed to melt my little blender recently. This made me very sad. My Grammy read the post, and offered to give me her big blender. Very sad turned to very glad, very quickly!<br />
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<a href="http://theblackdesk.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Francois</a> and I picked it up yesterday, and I've already gotten very busy with it. I made strawberry ice-cream and chocolate ice-cream last night, and mango smoothies this morning!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We didn't have much mango juice left, so it was a gently flavoured smoothie.</td></tr>
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What you see in the picture is everything I used for the yummy drinks.<br />
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<li>One amazing blender </li>
<li>Three frozen, chopped bananas </li>
<li>That amount of mango juice </li>
<li>A bit more than that amount of milk - maybe double the juice amount? </li>
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I put it all in the blender, pulsed it a few times, and then blended on the gentler ridiculous speed setting. </div>
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It churned out two very full glasses of very filling mango smoothie. </div>
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A very big, very happy thank you to my Grammy. I'll post ice-cream pictures soon. :) </div>
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By the way, for anybody interested in the latest Carrie Lion news, I've set up an account with <a href="http://www.payhip.com/" target="_blank">Payhip</a> and you can now <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.co.za/p/buy-my-ebook.html">buy the ebook through my blog</a>. </div>
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I'm waiting for printers to get back to me with a quote, and then I'll set up crowd-funding for getting started with actual printing of actual real-life copies of 'Carrie the Limping Lion'! Eep! :D </div>
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<b>I'm also offering everybody the opportunity to earn money by being an affiliate seller of my ebook.</b> If you'd like to sign up, <a href="https://payhip.com/auth/register/af561d1dc4d8fb7" target="_blank">just click here</a>. </div>
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After I approve you, I'll send you a coupon for one free download of the book, so that you know exactly what you're promoting, and can write a pretty review or something. </div>
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Well, that's all, folks! </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com1Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-75364390116821390472015-11-05T12:45:00.000+02:002015-11-17T13:53:22.908+02:00Everything is Breaking! Three things are refusing to act as they should, at the moment. All of them make me sad. And all of them will cost / are costing me money.<br />
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<b>Broken Thing #1: Smashwords </b><br />
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<a href="http://www.facebook.com/carriethelimpinglion" target="_blank">Carrie the Limping Lion</a> was meant to be released on Monday, and while you can now buy the ebook <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/570425" target="_blank">directly from Smashwords</a>, Kobo has cancelled all of the pre-orders (NOOO!), and neither Kobo nor Barnes and Noble are selling it. Kobo still lists it as a pre-order; and I've just checked on B&N, and they've completely removed the listing, now. Aaaaaah! Time to look at a different distributor, methinks. <i>(UPDATE: You can now <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.co.za/p/buy-my-ebook.html">buy 'Carrie the Limping Lion'</a> through my blog, thanks to <a href="https://payhip.com/b/KcVZ" target="_blank">Payhip</a>!) </i><br />
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<b>Broken Thing #2: My Piano :(</b><br />
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When <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.co.za/2015/10/banana-smoothie-milkshakes-and-music.html" target="_blank">I started playing</a> a little while ago, <a href="http://theblackdesk.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Francois</a> pointed out that the sound was wavering. It improved when we plugged an external amp in (or used headphones), so we assumed it was a finicky connection to the built-in speakers, and we set it up permanently with Francois' small amp.<br />
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But yesterday, while practising, it started wavering BADLY. And I could hear it through the headphones, too. And it isn't a gentle waver. It's very, very distracting. Which means getting somebody to try to fix it for me. Which costs money.<br />
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I'd MUCH rather buy a new keyboard, with USB out, and new speakers that sound lovely on their own, and optional portability... Like <a href="http://usa.yamaha.com/products/musical-instruments/keyboards/digitalkeyboards/dk_-_piaggero/np-11/" target="_blank">this Yamaha</a> (so pretty!!), or <a href="http://usa.yamaha.com/products/musical-instruments/keyboards/digitalkeyboards/portable_keyboards/psr-e343/" target="_blank">this one</a>. But as you can see if you follow those links, they come with a bit of a price tag. Just thinking about it makes my chest hurt.<br />
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I've been seeing this one coming. It's very, very hot today. Again. <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.co.za/2015/11/dangerous-bargains.html" target="_blank">Candle-melting hot.</a> So I decided to make <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.co.za/2015/10/banana-smoothie-milkshakes-and-music.html" target="_blank">ice-cold smoothies</a> for breakfast. Now, as you might be able to imagine, the frozen bananas that I use to make the smoothies so cold are kind of hard... And today, my little hand-held blender just couldn't take it any more, and promptly melted.<br />
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It's so disgustingly warm today, that I was more disappointed about the smoothies not being made properly, than I was about the broken blender! This is something that needs urgent replacement, because I won't be able to survive summer without those smoothies. I'll invest in a tougher machine this time.<br />
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Well, many visits to <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.co.za/2015/03/the-pros-and-cons-of-showering-in-great.html" target="_blank">our cool shower</a> are in order until we go shopping. At least that isn't broken! (I hope I didn't just jinx it.)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com6Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-46752822185755933702015-11-02T18:22:00.001+02:002015-11-02T18:27:36.555+02:00Dangerous Bargains<i><b>Important Notice:</b></i><br />
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<i>Darn it! We're having technical difficulties getting <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/570425" target="_blank">Carrie the Limping Lion</a> to release properly to the retailers. I've contacted Smashwords about the problem, and will let you all know when it's been fixed. (Kobo is canceling the pre-orders which SUCKS! I'll let you know when you can buy it again, and will organise coupons wherever it's necessary.) </i><br />
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<b>And now for today's blog post. </b></div>
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Do you remember <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.co.za/2015/10/banana-smoothie-milkshakes-and-music.html" target="_blank">that post I wrote</a> about making ice-cold smoothies because of how bloody HOT it was? <a href="http://theblackdesk.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Francois</a> suggested I share this photo with you, to demonstrate just how hot it got:</div>
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Yeah. Now you understand. Those smoothies were entirely necessary for our survival. </div>
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<b>Anyway, here's what I really want to tell you about in this here post:</b></div>
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On Friday, Francois and I saw an advert for a marble chess set, in excellent condition, for R80. It was being sold at a garage sale, and we WANTED it. We were going through to his mom's house anyway, so we decided to stop at the sale on our way. </div>
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Guess what? The people who advertised it couldn't find it. Sob. :( They didn't realise they'd already sold it, and apologized profusely. </div>
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BUT, they <i>did </i>have some other really cool stuff, so we decided to look around anyway, and see if we wanted anything. </div>
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And yes, we found some really cool stuff. Here's what I found:</div>
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I love garage sales for this reason, in particular: All of these pretty glass plates and bowls cost me R70. That's it. Score!! </div>
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I also bought a copy of <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1618.The_Curious_Incident_of_the_Dog_in_the_Night_Time" target="_blank">The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time</a>, which I last read a long time ago, and can barely remember now. Francois bought an old Canon film camera for R50, and an almost-new tripod for R30. He may or may not blog about that. He wanted to buy a battery for the camera, so we stopped at the next shop along the way, which happened to be a Checkers.<br />
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<b>And THAT'S where we found THIS beauty! </b></div>
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The price tag was R150. Francois and I looked at each other, and started walking away... And then walked back to the shelf. </div>
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I said: "I think we have to have it. We have to have it right now." Francois grinned and picked one up. </div>
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I think that's the first time we've both been as excited about buying a mostly decorative item together. </div>
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Actually, it's the first time we've bought a mostly decorative item together, regardless of the mutual silly excitement. </div>
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Isn't it lovely? Isn't it nice? </div>
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We're planning to use it during our wedding, to serve the mead from! We'll stand a tall bottle of ice in the middle to keep the tasty beverage nice and cold. </div>
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Anyway, after our fun shopping trip, we headed through to Glentana. We spent the night at Francois' mom's house, and after four hours of sleep (with Francois kicking me in those few short hours), we got up at three in the morning to head over to a mountain biking and trail running event. (Francois stayed home and played with his new tripod during the sunrise.) </div>
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No, I didn't cycle or run. I did timekeeping and a little bit of MC'ing. And then I <a href="http://trisport.co.za/jakkalsvlei-mtb-and-jackal-trail-run-31-october-2015/" target="_blank">wrote a media release</a> for the whole thing, which you can read on Trisport's website, if you like. </div>
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Right! I was playing piano before I started writing this, and I don't think I played enough... Time to carry on practising. I <i>might</i> upload a recording of myself playing, if I get good enough! </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com4Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-61435830256457517842015-10-30T00:02:00.001+02:002015-10-30T00:10:03.321+02:00Make Your Own Ice Cap So I completely stole this recipe from the internet in general. So many people have posted it. BUT. They all posted it as a recipe for Magic Shell. And as we all know, it's actually called Ice Cap.<br />
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Here's how it's done...<br />
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<b>Make Your Own Ice Cap </b><br />
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This recipe makes about 1 ¼ cups of Ice Cap. You can double it or triple it if you have a lot of kids... Or a sweet tooth.<br />
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<b>Ingredients:</b><br />
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<li>½ cup cocoa powder </li>
<li>½ cup coconut oil </li>
<li>¼ cup honey (or double if you like it very sweet. I don't.)</li>
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<li>Put a little bit of water in a small pot. </li>
<li>Put all of the ingredients into a small jug with a spout. </li>
<li>Put the jug in the pot. Voila! A double boiler that will be easy to pour out of later. </li>
<li>Put the pot on the heat. High, in case you were wondering. </li>
<li>Once it starts melting, stir continously until everything is nicely mixed together. </li>
<li>Once it's very smooth and super runny, turn the heat off. It should be ready before the water in the pot even starts boiling. If not, and the water starts simmering, turn the heat down. No need to get splashed with boiling water unnecessarily. </li>
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I used an old olive oil bottle. The little pouring thing in the top is really useful for carefully pouring runny chocolate sauce... </div>
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Anyway, you can keep this in the cupboard for a while, or in the fridge for longer. Just heat it up over some warm water if it solidifies in the bottle. </div>
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And I bet you can't guess what I tested mine on. (Because this is the first time I've made it, by the way. Hence the required testing.) </div>
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Yes, you figured it out! Half of a frozen banana! AND IT WORKED! :D </div>
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And, better than that, it tasted good. The sauce is quite bitter on its own, but when it's covering a sweet, frozen banana, it tastes great. So I'm quite chuffed. </div>
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Now go and try it yourself. It's much cheaper than buying the normal Ice Cap, and probably healthier, too, if you care about that. </div>
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Goodnight! (Good morning?) </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com0Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-11397910282244885872015-10-29T17:12:00.000+02:002015-10-29T17:12:01.722+02:00Banana Smoothie Milkshakes and MUSIC!Yesterday was hot. And I mean HOT. It was at least 32°c and I was suffering to the point of intense grumpiness. Before I thought of taking a cool shower outside (which fixed my mood problem), I decided to make frozen smoothies.<br />
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It was quick and easy to put them together, because clever girl that I am, I had already frozen a bunch of bananas a few days before.<br />
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Before I get to the recipe, here's some back-story about the 'nanas:<br />
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<a href="http://theblackdesk.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Francois</a> and I have REALLY been enjoying banana smoothies for the last little while. So much so, that we keep running out of bananas. I remembered reading about how well bananas freeze, so when we went to the shop on Monday, I bought eleven kilograms of almost-ripe narnars. Yes. Eleven.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what I haven't dealt with yet.</td></tr>
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When we got home, I chopped up all of the mostly ripe ones and popped them in the freezer. I've been chopping some every day, as they ripen. All of this chopping resulted in a very full container of banana bits.<br />
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Today, I realised that there's no way that all of the banana will fit in the containers that I have, so I also froze a few whole bananas on a tray.<br />
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I'll probably dip those in chocolate and freeze them for lollipop-like treats.<br />
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Anyway, the chopped, frozen banana slices were used to make scrummy-liscious fruitshake smoothies!<br />
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<li>3 Chopped frozen bananas </li>
<li>4 tablespoons rolled oats </li>
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<li>Add the honey and blend again. </li>
<li>Add the banana bits, half a banana at a time, blending before adding more. If you have a powerful blender, you can just chuck it all in at once. </li>
<li>Blend until smooth. Add more milk if it's too thick for your taste. (I like it thick, I eat it with a spoon!) </li>
<li>Pour into glasses. This recipe is for two big smoothies, but you can adjust it quite easily to stretch it, if you like. </li>
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I don't have a picture of them, but I'll try to remember to take one tomorrow when I make more. :P<br />
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<b>In other news: I've started playing piano again!</b><br />
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I used to play when I was in primary school. That's a while ago, as I'm sure you can imagine, so my skills are rather lacking at the moment.<br />
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Francois brought my keyboard downstairs a few days ago after our landlord came to fetch his piano. Then Francois had a song stuck in his head from The Legend of Zelda (Saria's Song, to be specific) and he tried to work it out on the keyboard...<br />
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Monkey see, monkey do, and now I'm playing every day, working out tunes that play in my head, practicing scales and reminding myself of how to read sheet music.<br />
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It's bloody fun!<br />
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We've reorganized the furniture a bit so that I feel comfortable at my keyboard, and Francois has a better layout for playing games at his PC as a pleasant extra result.<br />
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Now I don't play piano RIGHT next to the toilet! Yay!<br />
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And for any of you who may be interested to know, this is my keyboard:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's a Technics KN 1200, just in case you can't read what's in the photo.</td></tr>
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Anyway, that's it from me, for today.<br />
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Oh! I want to try to make banana ice-cream. But I need a stronger blender to do that. I think it'd be cool to make and sell dairy-free ice-cream to the locals.<br />
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Oh oh! And <a href="https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/carrie-the-limping-lion" target="_blank">Carrie the Limping Lion</a> gets released on Monday! How exciting! :D<br />
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Oh and one more thing. I've turned over a new leaf. My house is neat and tidy almost all the time, and I do dishes just about every day. It's pleasant to be home! Well. Downstairs, anyway. I still need to tackle upstairs...<br />
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Okay. Bye now!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com1Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-22539419081060636542015-10-13T16:05:00.000+02:002015-10-13T16:05:52.408+02:00Gluten-free Pizza! I wanted to write a short post about this a while ago, and I completely forgot to do it. Last week (I think it was last week), Francois and I went to his mom's house to make pizza for supper. As you all know, I can't eat wheat. But I know a great wheat-full pizza base recipe, so I decided to try to adapt it.<br />
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The original recipe calls for a one-to-one ratio of self-raising flour and double thick plain yoghurt. You just mix it together and knead it until it's nice and puffy, adding lots of extra flour along the way. Then you roll it out super thin, add toppings and bake at a really high temperature. Tada!<br />
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Last time that we did it, they were super amazing and looked like this:<br />
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This time, I did this:<br />
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<b>Ingredients:</b><br />
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<li>1/2 litre Double-thick Full-cream Plain Yogurt </li>
<li>1/2 litre Potato Flour </li>
<li>1/2 teaspoon Baking Powder </li>
<li>Fine coconut flour (not desiccated coconut - I can't remember how much. A cup or two? </li>
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As I stood there, staring at the many, many yellow flowers, I realized that I'd never made a daisy-chain before. Of course, these aren't daisies, but they were plentiful enough to fulfill the same purpose. So I went over to sit in the grass and I got to work.<br />
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Francois noticed that I'd been outside for quite a while, and peeked out at me twice, but didn't know what I was doing hunched over in the grass, until I excitedly came over to him, with a very silly smile on my face, and said: "Take a picture of me!" So he did.<br />
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I posted those pictures up there on facebook, and <a href="http://bbankart.blogspot.com/">Ben</a> pointed out that they're dead. Cute, but dead. So when Francois and I decided to do a (very) short hike, I brought my death-chain with me. This is what they looked like before we left:<br />
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They were starting to wilt, but still looked pretty. I wrapped them around my wrist, and we headed off in search of a waterfall. It wouldn't be a very difficult search, because we already knew exactly where to find the waterfall.<br />
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We crossed streams, and climbed hills, and strolled along pretty paths... And I did all of this with some flowery death around my wrist.<br />
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If you would direct your attention to the picture on the right, you'll notice the yellow wreath of death. It's small, I know... But that doesn't make it any less full of death.<br />
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During our easy search, I managed to slip on a wobbly rock while crossing the stream. My boot got all filled up with water, which I'm sure you all know isn't particularly pleasant.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com7Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-13337840360698753782015-09-22T11:52:00.000+02:002015-09-22T12:33:37.503+02:00I want to throw a book launch party! For Carrie Lion! (Not that I've written another book to have a party for... Yet.)<br />
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I've been thinking about having a book launch party on the day that 'Carrie the Limping Lion' is released, November 2nd. But I've never hosted that kind of party before. I have a few ideas though:<br />
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1. I could actually sell my book at the party, by selling bookmarks that give you 100% off through smashwords.<br />
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3. There could be an interview or Q&A session or something...<br />
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It would also be nice to have the party somewhere that links in with the story, but I'm not sure about where I would want to have it... Maybe at a primary school, since it's a kids book? I'd appreciate any suggestions. :P<br />
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Oh, and it'll be somewhere in Wilderness, George or Hoekwil, since that's where I live... So if you live around here, please come to my party and bring all of your friends! Thank you!<br />
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I'm twenty four years old, and when I tell people that I have arthritis, the most common reaction is: "But you're so young! What?!" Then I go on to explain that I've had it ever since I can remember. I think a lot of people don't quite know how to process that information, because thinking about a six year old hobbling around like a granny isn't exactly a pleasant thought. Hell, it makes MY inside sad feelings squirm every time I think about it, and my inside sad feelings don't squirm very often.<br />
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Anyway, the point of this post is to say, yes, kids can get arthritis, too... And it sucks. But it isn't the end of the world. Kids with arthritis can learn certain things a lot faster than other kids. When I was still very young, I learnt how to be patient, both with others and with myself. I learnt that it's important to push yourself to do things, especially when it's tough, but not to push yourself too hard, because that's just being mean to yourself.<br />
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Probably the most important thing that arthritis taught me, is that everybody has a struggle that you can't see from the outside. It may not be a physical struggle, but rather an emotional or mental one. A normal 'invisible' struggle that I have is one of laziness and procrastination. Other people also battle to overcome their flaws, other people also have days when they give in to them. That's human. And I got to learn that very early on.<br />
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I'm quite lucky, actually. I don't have bad arthritis. Rheumatoid Arthritis is usually very mean to the people who have it, but mine, for some reason, decided to take a chill pill before I even hit puberty. It still roars its ugly head once in a while, and I get flares if I get stressed out, if I work on my feet for too long, or if it gets too cold. But generally, if I relax, so do my joints, which is really amazing.<br />
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Back to kids with arthritis. Once in a while, I remember what it was like to be kid-me. Yes, I was often very, very sore. But that wasn't all the time, and it wasn't all of me. I still had hobbies that I loved doing, friends who I laughed and played with, siblings who I got into trouble with, and all of that normal kid-stuff.<br />
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Okay, this has gotten too long for a boring post that's all depressey and stuff, so I'm going to end it off by shamelessly promoting my book that's supposed to help people (read 'normal children') to understand kids like me. You know which book it is. It's the only book I've written. (In case you don't know, and this is the first post you've read on my blog and the first you've heard of my book, it's called 'Carrie the Limping Lion'.) So... Please like the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/carriethelimpinglion" target="_blank">facebook page</a> and pre-order a copy at <a href="https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/carrie-the-limping-lion" target="_blank">Kobo</a> or <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/carrie-the-limping-lion-caroline-bankart/1122554571?ean=2940152102697" target="_blank">Barnes and Noble</a>. :P Thank you!<br />
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Okay bye now!<br />
Have a really non-depressing day!<br />
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<i>(UPDATE: You can now <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.co.za/p/buy-my-ebook.html">buy 'Carrie the Limping Lion'</a> through my blog, thanks to <a href="https://payhip.com/b/KcVZ" target="_blank">Payhip</a>!) </i><br />
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<i><br /></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com1Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-68296504766733409932015-08-20T14:25:00.000+02:002015-11-17T13:57:25.064+02:00Carrie the Limping Lion is available for pre-order! <b>Yes, you read that right! I'm so excited!</b><br />
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I've set the release date for Monday, November 2nd. I'm <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/CaroVandenart" target="_blank">self-publishing through smashwords</a>, and I've discounted my book during the pre-order period.<br />
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<i>(UPDATE: You can now <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.co.za/p/buy-my-ebook.html">buy 'Carrie the Limping Lion'</a> through my blog, thanks to <a href="https://payhip.com/b/KcVZ" target="_blank">Payhip</a>!) </i>
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The discount means that you'll get $1 off my $3 book. That's 33.3 recurring percent off, how exciting! This discount will end on November 2nd, the date of release, so be sure to reserve your copy before then to take advantage of it. ;)<br />
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So far, you can <u>pre-order Carrie the Limping Lion through <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/carrie-the-limping-lion-caroline-bankart/1122554571?ean=2940152102697#productInfoTabs" target="_blank">Barnes and Noble</a> and <a href="https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/carrie-the-limping-lion" target="_blank">Kobo</a></u>, and soon it will be in the Apple iBooks store, too!<br />
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<b>How does pre-ordering work?</b><br />
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When you pre-order a copy of Carrie the Limping Lion, you are basically pledging to buy the book the moment that it's released. Your money won't leave your account until the release date (so if something terrible happens and I can't finish and upload the book, you won't be charged), but you'll be guaranteed the discounted price, and you'll be one of the first people in the world to read the finished book.<br />
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<b>A bit about my book:</b><br />
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Aimed at children ages 3 to 8, Carrie the Limping Lion is a short children's poem about a lion cub who has chronic knee pain. I've also written an information section after the poem, explaining more about chronic pain and hidden illnesses in a kid-friendly way. While children with chronic pain will be able to relate to Carrie, the aim of the book is actually to educate 'normal' kids about the conditions. Hopefully, that will encourage acceptance and friendships, making the lives of the affected children a little happier.<br />
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<a href="http://theblackdesk.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Francois</a> is busy beautifully illustrating each of the eight stanzas, and we'll be working on the cover soon.<br />
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If you'd like a sneak preview of some of the illustrations, Francois has uploaded a few unfinished versions to his <a href="http://www.coroflot.com/francoisswart/Carrie-the-Limping-Lion" target="_blank">Coroflot portfolio</a>. And if you'd like to read the (probably) finished poem, I've got it <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.com/2015/03/carrie-limping-lion.html" target="_blank">right here on my blog</a>. Just remember, you'll be looking at the process, not the finished book, which will be so much prettier.<br />
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<b>Will it be available in print? </b><br />
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Not yet. Once the ebook has been published, though, I plan to start a crowd funding campaign to make printing a possibility.<br />
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<b>What are you waiting for? </b><br />
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Help a sister out! Go on, <a href="https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/carrie-the-limping-lion" target="_blank">pre-order a copy now</a>. You know you wanna. ;)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com2Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-43769175560400585242015-08-04T18:55:00.001+02:002015-08-04T19:15:52.251+02:00An Interesting Conversation with a Presumptuous CustomerFor a long time now, I've known what I want to do with my life. It's not anything fancy, or different, or special. I know that I want to be a mom, and that's about it for now. That's kind of tricky, because I'm marrying an artist and can't just stay at home and look after children... I need to earn money. Anyway, the money-making aspect is not what I was going to talk about.<br />
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At work a few days ago, I was serving a friendly couple. They were easy customers, and I enjoyed serving them. However, while I was taking their money from them (with the card machine), the woman asked me what I do when I'm not waitressing. At first, I told her that I like to write, and that I spend time on that when I'm at home. But then I decided to tell her that, to be honest, I'd really like to be a stay at home mom. What followed was a very long, passionate rant about why having children would ruin my life.<br />
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This lady told me that having children would take away my control. I wouldn't be able to control the future anymore (as if I can control it now!). My life, as a young woman, would be ruined. Humanity is a disease, and furthering it is a bad idea. Bringing children into the world is a horrible plan, because they don't want to be here, and there's no future for them. And, she told me, sterilisation is an option. Because if you get sterilised, you can control your future. Hah!<br />
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After her husband managed to convince her to leave the poor waitress alone (after about five minutes of ranting about how the above mentioned waitress shouldn't have children), I walked away and laughed it off. I couldn't stop laughing, for a little while. The ridiculousness of how somebody could have the nerve to tell me how to live my life! I had a goofy grin on my face for a long time, accompanied by eyebrows that I couldn't force down into their natural position. But there's one problem...<br />
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It's bothering me.<br />
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I know that I want children. I'll be a good mom. I'm a good teacher, and patient, and have a lot of love waiting for a little person that I can give it to. But... Her rants have been sitting in the back of my mind for a while now, and it's difficult not to feel that somehow, having children is pointless. Not worth it. Or even a bad idea. It's difficult to laugh it off and not feel depressed about the thoughts that she's put into my head.<br />
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I suppose at the end of the day, I should pay more attention to what I noticed right when I first met her. She looks worn and hard at the same time. She looks sad, but she looks like she's denying it. This woman doesn't have children. She chose to sterilise herself and deny herself the opportunity to ever feel the love that a mother feels. When she meets somebody who's happy about the decision to have children, she probably feels envious about the opportunities that she pushed away. Maybe she isn't conscious about it, but I wouldn't be surprised if she's jealous of every mother, and of every mother-to-be, because she can never be one of those, ever again.<br />
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Maybe I'm wrong about that, but that's what I'm going to choose to believe... Because I'm sick and tired of being affected by her bullshit attitude and presumptuous behaviour. It's time to feel good about myself again - to feel good about my decisions and my plans. And nobody else is going to dictate how I feel about my life for a long time to come.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com0Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-70417697474674708752015-06-21T13:37:00.000+02:002015-06-21T13:41:21.830+02:00I miss pancakes.Being unable to eat wheat is such a pain. What? I feel like pancakes? Google a wheat free pancake recipe, read comments praising said recipe, cook it up myself, watch it flop. Miserably. Add more egg. Flop. Add more almond flour. Flop. Throw it in a mug, add cocoa and more sugar, put it in the microwave and enjoy an adequate mug cake. Sigh.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The adequate mug cake.</td></tr>
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Well, Francois ate the flops and mug cake alike, so there's that, at least! And because of that, there are no flop pictures, which I'm only mildly sorry about.<br />
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Anyway, something that I feel like writing about is my imminent wedding. For those of you who are still in the dark, we're planning to tie the knot on the 8th of January, which is our next anniversary. That way, we won't have any extra dates to remember. :P Francois and I are not hugely fond of extravagant celebrations and crowded gatherings, so we'll only be inviting the immediate family, for the most part. If you don't get an invitation, don't be offended... It's nothing personal. Well. Probably not, anyway. We just feel like keeping things small.<br />
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By the way, it feels very funny planning a wedding, when all I can think about is all of the "wedding things" that I don't want... Like fancy cutlery, and white tablecloths. But I'm sure we'll figure it all out in the nick of time. (And if anybody knows of a small area in a forest in Wilderness that would fit about twenty people, please tell me about it! A forest would be nice.)<br />
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This mug cake is very rich. (I've been slowly making my way through it while writing this.) Note to self: Almond flour in cookies gooood. Almond flour in pancakes baaaaad. Almond flour in mug cakes? Okay, but use less and mix with banana, next time.<br />
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Okay, bye for now! Sorry for the haphazard post. :PAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com0Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-18964145882497278722015-05-12T12:00:00.000+02:002015-05-12T12:03:33.455+02:00Daisy, Daisy, why do you cook weird food?Well I certainly have been quiet for a very long time. And the best way to break the silence is with a lot of noise, right? With that in mind...<br />
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We're engaged!<br />
(Cue hysterical high-pitched giggly voices, courtesy of my sister, mostly.)<br />
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Yup, Francois and I have decided to get married. We've been together for a long time (over three years) and don't plan on changing anything. So there's a (small, please, very small) wedding on the horizon!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey look, there's my <b>fiancé</b> in the background!</td></tr>
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Soon, this finger will have a ring on it. As soon as we can afford to go and buy one, that is. Which should be fairly soon, because Francois is making a decent amount of money over the next few days. Good timing!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It looks REALLY weird.<br />
But it's surprisingly tasty, I promise!</td></tr>
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By the way, this is the food that I'm eating while typing this post. As Francois likes to say, [I] make weird food. It's the guts of four tomatoes (left over from <a href="http://fedandfit.com/2012/11/16/baked-tomato-egg-breakfast/">this stuff that I made this morning</a>... Well, I made something similar, anyway - there was cheese involved!), fried in some garlic, with soy sauce, mustard and pepper. Then I fried/poached/something'd two eggs in it and threw a bunch of cheese over the top and let it all cook and melt and stuff. It's very nice. But it sure is strange.<br />
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Anyway, I'm hoping to end this silence for a while. I'm going to be very busy soon, visiting family, hiking up the Drakensberg, studying two short courses that Grammy bought for me (which I'll finally be able to download!) and all sorts of things like that, but I'm going to make the time to write posts, because it's important and fun and it feels good.<br />
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Right, have a lovely Tuesday, everybody! I'm going to finish eating my weird food and then do the dishes before going to work.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com2Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-24102914449047493352015-04-21T13:04:00.000+02:002015-04-21T13:04:37.507+02:00Rambling about BeautyGood morning, world! Or, by the time I upload this, good afternoon.<br />
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Looking in the mirror this morning, I noticed my eyebrows. They're not as attention-seeking as my great-grandfather's were, by a long shot, but I somehow managed to notice them anyway. I don't usually pay a lot of attention to my eyebrows, mostly because I don't need to, but also because I really don't care about my eyebrow thickness anymore. I used to, when I was younger.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I took a picture of my eyebrows this morning. The sun was in my eyes...</td></tr>
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I think it's interesting how people are affected by beauty standards without realizing it. And everybody is affected, whether they like it or not. The poppie cheerleading teenager who wakes up an hour early for school to do her hair and make-up is an obvious example of a person affected by beauty standards, but tomboys and care-free hippies are just as affected... <i>Especially</i> those who try, intentionally, to fight those standards. Psychologically, your ideas of beauty and your awareness of other people's ideals can build you up or wear you down emotionally, and it doesn't just wear down the people who think they aren't beautiful, those who KNOW that they're beautiful can be bothered by it, too...<br />
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Okay, enough. I don't feel like going too much into the psychology of beauty right now. Not that I know enough about it to write an educated post about it, anyway. What I felt like saying about this is that at the end of the day, what matters less is whether you know you're beautiful or not, according to society's standards. What matters more is knowing what to care about. Don't care about what strangers think about your looks. Don't even worry too much about what your loved ones care about your looks. (Mostly because they care more about you than about what you look like... Or at least they should.) And don't worry about what your partner thinks, either - because the chances are pretty big that having chosen to be with you, they think you're beautiful - so you don't need to question that.<br />
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Care about what YOU think about yourself. If you think that you're beautiful, that's what counts. If you like yourself more with plucked eyebrows, then pluck them. If you like the way that you look in skinny jeans, then wear them. Stop caring about whether you're following a trend or not, and just listen to what makes you feel good.<br />
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To wrap up this post, I feel beautiful this morning. I like my long hair that gets in the way when I sleep, I like my eyebrows in their scraggly state (sometimes I pluck those hairs in the middle, but most of the time I just don't care about them), and I like the way that my skin gets all weird and lined in the night from lying on the creases on my pillow. Everything is a part of me and what makes me who I am, and I think it's all beautiful.<br />
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I sure did get up on the right side of the bed this morning... So yes: a Good Morning, indeed!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com1Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-17170539104264016852015-04-16T19:38:00.000+02:002015-04-16T19:38:53.150+02:00Why I've Been So Quiet Good grief, I haven't written anything for my blog in quite a while. I do have a valid excuse though - promise! And it's a pretty great one, at that.<br />
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<b>I've been writing for money again!</b> I'm getting paid R20 for 100 words, and I'm writing articles about cars. Exciting, isn't it? (By the way, that wasn't a sarcastic rhetorical question, just a rhetorical question. Making money while <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.com/2015/04/waitressing-is-boring.html">not waitressing</a> is very exciting!) <a href="http://theblackdesk.wordpress.com/">Francois</a> and I have been doing this job together. He does the majority of the research, and I write the articles. We make a great team. We've just finished the first batch of articles, and are eagerly awaiting our next task.<br />
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Since the Easter holiday is over, things are getting pretty quiet at work again. And since I'll be taking two weeks off next month, this extra work couldn't have come at a better time.<br />
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<b>On to the next line of thought:</b> It seems that Francois and I have started a trend. We moved to Wilderness at the end of 2013, because hey, have you seen the place? There's a reason why somebody started calling this area Eden... We love it here, it's beautiful, it's natural, it suits us perfectly. Anyway, Francois' mom is moving here shortly as well (in about a week or two), having found an awesome job in the area. And a friend has found work right in George at a game development studio! So he'll be moving here next month. Chances are that Francois' brother will move down eventually, too. Everybody is coming to the Garden Route!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just a reminder that this is our garden.</td></tr>
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The Garden Route, where you get awesome animals visiting you in your garden, out of the blue. I like where we live.<br />
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<b>Speaking of gaming studios...</b> That same studio is looking to hire artists. Francois has sent them his portfolio, and now we are holding thumbs and crossing fingers so tight that we're getting pins and needles. It would be AMAZING for him to get hired by them. So hold your thumbs, too!<br />
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Well, I'm not in a very energetic writing mood tonight. Load shedding had us powerless today, so we went off to the mall in search of food and coffee (with shopping happening along the way, unfortunately) and we ended up spending way too much time there.<br />
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<b>Malls exhaust me</b>, physically, but mostly mentally... So creative writing is not exactly high on my list of priorities right now. However, making soup is VERY high on that list, so that is what I plan to do next - chicken soup. With some <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.com/2015/03/pumpkin-pumpkin-pumpkin.html"><span id="goog_289676358"></span>pumpkin<span id="goog_289676359"></span></a> (which we <i>still</i> have a quarter of) and some carrots that aren't tasty enough to eat on their own.<br />
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Okay. We're all out of data already, so I'm going to head over to the Hoekwil Café now. They're closed already, but their Wi-Fi stays on 24/7, so I'm going to sit outside in the car while I upload this post.<br />
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Goodnight, all!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com1Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-60292619614064326552015-04-09T22:56:00.000+02:002015-04-09T23:46:13.805+02:00How To Make a Toasted Sandwich<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know that most people think that they know how to make toasted sandwiches, but there are often very important steps that get left out, and today I plan to set things right, for the sake of toasted sandwiches everywhere.<br />
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So without further ado, here's how to make the bestest toasted sarmie everrrr!<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Step One: Get Yourself a Beverage </span></b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanks for the cool drinks, Janine!</td></tr>
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This step is the first and most important step. It's useful for psychological reasons, moral support, something like that... Especially when the refreshment of your choice contains a <i>small </i>amount of alcohol. Mine contains gin and dry lemon.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Step Two: Quickly Tidy Up</span></b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Squeaky clean, like it always is.</td></tr>
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This is another vitally important step. Especially if you plan to take pictures of the process of making toasted sammiches, and then upload them onto the internet, where everybody can then see what your stove looks like. Lots of Handy Andy was involved.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Step Three: Equip Thine Self</span></b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pan, check. Cheese, check. Eggs, check. Bacon, CHECK!</td></tr>
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To make excellent toasted sandwiches, you need certain tools. These include a pan with a wobbly handle, a spatula, and your ingredients.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Step Four: Heat Things Up</span></b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There it is, getting hot and steamy in the microwave.</td></tr>
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I like to heat a bowl up so the bacon stays warm while the eggs fry. So I put a tiny bit of water in a bowl in the microwave for about two minutes on high.<br />
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Put butter in the pan. Make bacon. Be sad that it always shrinks as it cooks. But be happy that it will stay warm in your bowl, because you thought ahead. What a clever girl you are! Ahem. I mean, yes, thank me for that tip in the comments, if you like.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Step Six: Get the Eggs Going </span></b><br />
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I only eat one egg on each of my sandwiches, but Francois likes two on each one. (He's a growing boy, you know.) I do them sunny side up with soft yolks, letting them cook slowly while I move onto other preparations. I grated the cheese earlier, but there's still other stuff to do...<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Step Seven: Do the Other Stuff </span></b><br />
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Other stuff like spreading the bestest jam everrr onto the bestest sandwiches everrrr. Grammy and I made this apricot jam together. I'd never made jam before, and Grammy showed me how it's done.<br />
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I put a little bit of mayonnaise on the other side, because mayonnaise.<br />
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The next step is so important, that if you ignore it, the world just may come to an end. (I'm kidding. I just wanted to fill up the space before the next picture, because huge blank spaces make me feel weird.)<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Step Eight: Other Stuff Like Salt and Pepper</span></b><br />
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Kathryn (my little sister) gave me these shakers for Christmas, and I felt the need to include a picture of them here.<br />
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Anyway, put salt and pepper on your sandwich, to your preference. But not too much salt... Because bacon.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Step Nine: Pile it On </span></b><br />
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Pile on the cheese.<br />
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Use aaaaall of the bacon!<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Step Ten: Egg Time </span></b><br />
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I broke a yolk a little bit while sectioning them up... :(<br />
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But I didn't overcook any of them. They were all perfectly gooey.<br />
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These get piled onto the sandwiches as well, in the next exciting step...<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Step Eleven: Pile On the Rest </span></b><br />
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As mentioned in step ten, pile the eggs onto the sandwiches.<br />
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Then pile on more cheese... And maybe some more.<br />
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And then close up the sarmies by adding the other slice to the tower.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Step Twelve: More Butter! </span></b><br />
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Because butter makes everything better.<br />
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Carefully place your sandwich tower into the buttery pan, and then turn the heat way up for toasty goodness.<br />
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Add butter to the other side before flipping them.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Step Thirteen: Make Francois a Happy Man </span></b><br />
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This is easy to do. Just don't burn the sandwiches. And be me serving them to him.<br />
And don't take random pictures of him while he cuts his sandwiches in half.<br />
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He's happy, really! The knife in my face is a friendly gesture of love and affection. No, really. In all seriousness though, he's super pleased about his supper. :P<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Step Fourteen: Make Some for Me </span></b><br />
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In this final step, I made the sandwiches that I would be eating. When you do this step, you'll need to call me afterwards, so that I can come and fetch the yummy goodness that you make for me. It's only fair, since I gave you all this useful information about how to make these tasty toasties.<br />
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Well, there you have it. A very long, wonderfully descriptive, instructional post.<br />
Do I get to go viral now? That's how it works, right? Right?<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com5Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-47906140182970168412015-04-08T20:06:00.000+02:002015-04-08T20:06:01.199+02:00Being Bugged by Bothersome BalderdashIt's funny how things that don't even matter can really bug me. I start my current post like this, because I've been trying to edit my previous (very girly) post about <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.com/2015/04/a-flowery-picture-post.html">the flowers in my garden</a>.<br />
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<b>Irritating thing #1:</b><br />
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Every time that I edit the post, none of the pictures can remember where they're supposed to be. Most of the photos aligned to the right have jumped to the middle, and therefore skipped down to the next line. So, every time that I want to edit something about the post, I have to realign about a third of the pictures in the post. It's so tedious.<br />
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The text won't line up with a bunch of the pictures. It just won't. It automatically sits below the line that I want it to sit at, and it can't be brought up higher, because in the post editor, it's all perfectly in line. It's so irritating, and it doesn't matter at all in the grand scheme of things, and it bugs the hell out of me.<br />
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I keep telling myself that I will give up trying to fix it... But I keep on coming back to it over and over again. I gave up on it last night, but today <a href="http://bbankart.blogspot.com/">Ben</a> pointed out a spelling error in the post...<br />
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So I opened up the editor, realigned all of the pictures, corrected the typo, and updated the post. And checked the online version to make sure that everything looked right. (Oh no! That text looks horrible the way it's NOT lined up with that picture!) And tried about three times to fix the placement of the text again... Realigning those pictures each time. Sigh...<br />
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So, I'm making myself not look at it anymore. I'm sorry it's not perfect. But neither am I, okay? :P<br />
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Today, <a href="http://theblackdesk.wordpress.com/">Francois</a> and I went on a VERY short cycle. We haven't gone in quite a while, first because of weather, then because of work, then because of... I can't remember the other excuses. Anyway. Francois went cycling yesterday and the day before, but this was my first ride in quite a while.<br />
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It was exhausting. We didn't go far. But tomorrow we plan to do that Saasveld trail that I mentioned wanting to try ages ago... So hopefully the weather holds! Otherwise I may have a valid excuse to be lazy tomorrow.<br />
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After the cycle, while recovering on the couch in our nice, cool house (which will be horribly cold in winter, I just know it), <a href="http://blundergirlchronicles.blogspot.com/">Mommy</a> asked if I was available for some face time. So, I hopped through the shower and headed over to the <a href="http://facebook.com/hoekwilcountrycafe">Hoekwil Café</a> for a Hangout with the family. We chatted about blogging, and the ability to be honest with one's writing (which Ben is much better at than we are, or so it seems), and pulled very strange faces at each other. It was great! I like my strange, wonderful family.<br />
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Once I used up all of my free data for the day at the Café, and cut into some of our monthly data as well, Francois and I headed on home. While he ventured into the forest to chop some trees down (he does that sometimes, it's his inner lumberjack shining through), I got to work preparing a yummy treat.<br />
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It wasn't much work. I basically made a variation of the <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.com/2015/04/my-gluten-free-chocolate-mug-cakes.html">wheat-free chocolate mug cake</a> that I blogged about a few days ago. (There was some peanut butter and other random stuff in it this time. Yum!)<br />
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But that isn't where things ended.<br />
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Francois' mom, Janine, was here for a bit of a holiday with her Fiancé and his daughter. Before they headed back up to Pretoria, they popped by with a bunch of food that they didn't finish while they were here. We certainly didn't complain. (That means thank you very much!) Nestled in one of the bags of food was some yummy creamy pudding stuff.<br />
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So naturally, that went on top of the mug cakes.<br />
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The resulting puddings were creamy, chocolatey deliciousness!<br />
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I've only just finished mine now. It was remarkably filling, especially thanks to the added richness of the topping.<br />
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I've just made another one of these for Francois, and am now leaving my tablet for the computer, to watch some more of the silly series that I was watching the other night. It's called Shameless, and it's fairly funny. (It's a show about a huge family, but is not recommended for family viewing - so don't watch it with your eight year old.)<br />
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So, goodnight folks!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com0Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-15146954654220202662015-04-07T14:48:00.000+02:002015-04-08T18:26:25.820+02:00A Flowery Picture PostToday I've decided to focus on something cheerful and pretty, to break the habit I'm getting into of thinking about depressing things. So here's a post about my garden! It includes lots of flowers and other random garden-associated things.<br />
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So, to begin with: <b>Flowers!</b></div>
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I used to love popping these buds when I was a kid. These pretty things are outside the front of our house, surrounded by other huge plants, so are often overlooked.<br />
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I can't remember what these are called, but they're darn cute. They're on our balcony in a pot with other things that I don't know the names of, either.<br />
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I nearly didn't see this tiny purple flower, only spotting it because I was looking for a huge flower that I remembered seeing a few months ago. It's on the ground, surrounded by HUGE blades of grass (not so huge, actually). What a teeny tiny flower!<br />
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Little orange shower-flowers! I call them this, because they're all around our <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.com/2015/03/the-pros-and-cons-of-showering-in-great.html">outdoor shower</a>. They're all you see when looking at our shower-view.<br />
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Speaking of our shower-view, this cactus can be seen from our shower, as well. According to Sean (my step dad), this cactus is used as a really potent hallucinogenic drug. I also can't remember what this is called... But I find it hilarious that it's all over our garden. :P<br />
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These two flowers are next to a potted plant that sometimes displays some very pretty snowdrop-like flowers.<br />
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I don't know what these are. They're... Yellow. Round bunches. Of things. But they're also pretty and cheerful and stuff!<br />
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I noticed these flowers on the right a while ago. They're dying now, but have lasted for a very long time, and are still beautiful, even as they stop blooming and start withering away.<br />
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These make me think of lavender... But they're not lavender. And there's loads of the pretty, wild, pretty wild stuff.<br />
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Oh look! A butterfly! That's kinda hard to see. But I saw one, and I took a picture of it. So fascinating, I know.<br />
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And on the right, a pretty bird-bath, or fountain, or something... How sweet.<br />
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Here I am, relaxing on the hammock that <a href="http://theblackdesk.wordpress.com/">Francois</a>' mom bought for us (for her, actually, when she last visited us), enjoying the view into the forest.<br />
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And here are some pretty ferns and gooseberry bushes that are growing outside our kitchen window. They're quite overgrown, it's a shame that the gooseberry plants aren't as huge as the ferns. :P<br />
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Okay, I am late for work. Damn it. Bye now!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-42860506807655800102015-04-05T17:30:00.000+02:002015-04-05T17:30:08.993+02:00Glancing Over My ShoulderGuppy is still missing. <a href="http://theblackdesk.wordpress.com/">Francois</a> and I are starting to think that we may be cat-less... And it's getting both of us down in a big way. We're still hopeful that she'll waltz back into the house at any moment, but it's already been three days since she's disappeared, and things are looking dismal.<br />
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Every time that I walk up or down the stairs, I find myself peering outside trying to spot her. While washing my hands in the bathroom, I mistake various logs and leaves for her body and paws. Driving home today, I saw something dark in the middle of the road, and slowed down as I drove by, but (thankfully) it was just a pile of fabric. Francois takes his shoes off and I spin my head around as they squeak on the wooden floor. Trying to fall asleep, the combination of fridge noises from downstairs, with the natural rumblings of Francois' stomach, trick my brain into hearing her purring.<br />
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Every noise that I hear, and every rustling bush that I see, makes me think that Guppy is about to tumble into sight. I keep expecting to see her prancing towards me from behind the nearest shrub.<br />
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I'm not really worried anymore. Either she's been lured into living with a family that will love her better than us, or something very sad has happened. Either way, there's nothing left to worry about... There's just missing her, and feeling depressed that our kitty cat has gone.<br />
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I don't want to say goodbye to Guppy. But I think that that's exactly what this post has become.<br />
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Okay. I'm going to go cuddle with Francois now, watch some stupid series and drink hot chocolate with coffee liqueur. It may not be the big distraction I'd like it to be, but it'll help to fend off the cold, at least.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com4Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427073687663637821.post-70422565902293760422015-04-03T19:07:00.000+02:002015-04-03T19:07:45.793+02:00Hormones and WorryingHormones are very inconvenient. Yesterday I was very irritable, and I couldn't figure out why. Everything Francois did got slightly on my nerves, even though he wasn't actually doing anything wrong. Eventually, I realised that I'm about half a week away from <i>that time.</i><br />
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Ohhh... It all made sense! Figuring out the cause of my mood didn't improve it, but I did try to be a little nicer to Francois. I'm not sure if I succeeded, and I'm sorry if I didn't. I also took the opportunity (using hormones as an excuse) to finish off most of a bar of coconut and cashew chocolate... And then proceeded to whip up <a href="http://carolinescontent.blogspot.com/2015/04/my-gluten-free-chocolate-mug-cakes.html">chocolate mug cakes</a> for the two of us, as well.<br />
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Anyway, that was yesterday. Today, I'm less irritable, but definitely still affected by those nonsensey hormones. My mood easily slips into a marginally depressed one (better than an incredibly irritable one!), which is rather unusual in comparison to my general content and happy state of being. On top of that, little things that usually wouldn't cause me too much concern are making me worry instead.<br />
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Our kitty cat, Guppy, has been out exploring all day. She does this once in a while, it isn't uncommon at all. Usually, I feel nothing about not seeing her for a whole day. I know that she's a cat, and she's out doing cat things... But today, I find myself constantly glancing out into the garden, trying to spot her little black face somewhere in the bushes, and I keep wanting to go upstairs to peek into the boxes that she likes to sleep in, to see if she's cosied up in one of them.<br />
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I can't even begin to imagine what it must be like to have your kids move away from home... Not knowing whether they're alright or not. It must take a lot of time to teach yourself how to stop worrying about them... Or at least, to worry a little less.<br />
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I feel for you, Mom and Dad!<br />
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Sigh. Guppy must come home soon... And I must do other things while I wait for her.<br />
Stupid hormones.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800858009640922984noreply@blogger.com2Hoekwil, Wilderness, South Africa-33.9720091 22.619678600000043-34.077355600000004 22.458317100000041 -33.8666626 22.781040100000045