I was never the girl that dreamt about getting married or having a big wedding. I always thought that if I did get married I would elope. Gretna Green was my destination…. However, Mr OL did not want to elope. He thought there was nothing better than getting married in front of friends and family and stating that you intend to spend the rest of your life together. I could not argue with that. The wedding we had turned out to be my dream wedding. It was understated, simple and small (ish). I loved it.
This one is nearly impossible to do. I read quite a few blogs regularly and enjoy them all for different reasons. I would not like to say that I prefer one over another.
I guess the one common thing that all the bogs I read have in common is that I connect with the blogger, but these may be for different reasons. Some would be a personal reason or connection, like when I feel that we could be friends if we lived closer or that we have things in common or are at a similar place in our lives or our goals are similar. With another blog it could be that the blogger is inspirational for various reasons or that they have fantastic skills in their chosen career, hobby or craft. They could be blogging about a town or city I love or something else that interests me. Others blogs could just be that I want to see how that person is doing, it might not seem that we have anything in common, or that they have a particular skill set that I admire, but I just “like” them and what they have to say.
Yet others could be that they “find” lovely things or are funny or entertaining.
And then there are those that I have absolutely NO idea why I read… The blogger is rude, we have nothing in common, I have no intention of ever meeting up IRL, he rips me off about Port Elizabeth and yet I go back and read his blog day after day (well at least once a week) – I must be a sucker for punishment! EDIT: Just to clarify – in case I offended although I don’t think I did as I know he has a sense of humour (one of the reasons why I read his blog) – the above was meant as a joke. I really enjoy reading his blog and have done so for nearly as long as I have blogged 🙂
I could tell you to look at the right hand side for links to blogs I read regularly but there are so many more than just those few.
I read a lot! I always had my nose buried in a book. So much so that when I was younger my parents used to say that the house could burn down around me and I would not notice – they were probably right. I can’t however say that I had a favourite book I just used to read anything and everything I could get my hands on. However, when I was about 10/11 my favourite series was The Famous Five. I loved those books – I think I had them all! Truth be told I had a bit of a secret crush on one of the characters – Julian…
I have kept all my Famous Five books and they are now in Little OL’s cupboard waiting patiently until she is old enough to read them. Although after watching the movie about Enid Blyton I have gone off her quite a bit. Weird how it has tarnished my image of all her books. Has anyone else seen the movie?
I am pretty much an anything goes kind of girl…. as long as I have a big, comfortable bed, clean good quality linen, preferably white. Pure cotton (as long as I don’t need to do the ironing) and the higher the thread count the better – simple tastes…… 🙂
However, if I had to describe my ultimate dream bedroom with would be something perched on the side of a hill somewhere with an amazing view either of the sea or more preferably the mountains. Frameless doors that opened right back onto a wraparound deck. Ahhh bliss! The décor would be minimal and in muted tones, natural finishes like stone and wood and maybe exposed concrete.
Actually just go and have a look at THIS HOUSE. It is pretty much spot on! Although I might not have such a dark throw on the bed – you know, if I was going to be really fussy…….
Every summer we would go camping for the entire 6 week school holiday and for weeks before hand my mom would try and stock up on baked goods. I believe she found this recipe in a Your Family magazine and it was my favourite. In the end she took to hiding the biscuits from me because otherwise I would finish them before we even hit the camp site. She has since passed the recipe on to me and I now make them quite often. They are really easy and yum!
My mom says the original recipe called them Melting Moments or something like that. I don’t know why I have in my mind Angels Delights. My mom has long since lost the original magazine page, but thankfully typed this out. She called them Piped Biscuits in the copy she gave me.
250 g Butter
80 ml icing sugar – sifted
375 ml Flour
125 ml Cornflour
Cream butter and icing sugar until soft and creamy. Sift flour and cornflour and work into butter mixture.
Spoon dough into piping-bag fitted with medium rose tube. Pipe “S” shapes, circles and finger shapes onto a lightly greased baking sheet. Bake at 180°C. 15 minutes. Cool.
Makes about 18.
Optional extra (and well worth it) Dip ends of biscuits in 100 g melted chocolate, leave to dry.
My one tip is that they are much easier to pipe when the butter is a bit softer – as in it really must be room temperature. Also, it is easier if you don’t over fill the piping bag. Rather put a smaller amount in it and refill.
I hope you enjoy.
Yummy Mummy – your custard biscuits remind me a lot of these except yours are even easier to make and Mr OL prefers your recipe… 🙂
Firstly I am going to change the name of the challenge for today from “Death Row Meal” to “Last Meal”. For some reason the thought of sitting on Death Row freaks me out a whole lot more than actually dying. Something to do with the “how did I get into that position” I mean seriously – what do you need to do to get to death row, or if you did nothing, imagine the panic, the continual need to be proven innocent, the angst, the anger, hatred, the emotional turmoil. The judicial system has failed you, and generally it would take years. Nope, I am not going there
So – FBC – Last Meal.
For my last meal I would like something that I actually have quite often – a rare steak, done on an open fire. It must be thick and well aged. It must be a deep red colour with a little bit of marbling. Yes, I am fussy when it comes to my steak. It must NOT have basting sauce on it; actually they must just ask Mr OL to cook it on the fire. I am not 100% sure what he puts on it but he does it best.
To go with my steak I would like medium cut crispy chips. Soft and fluffy on the inside with crispy bits breaking off on the outside. No salad, no veggies – nothing to complicate matters. Just chips and steak! Just give me that, with a bit of salt from grinder.
I don’t even need starters or desserts, totally unnecessary! But if we are going to go there, then a Carpaccio for starters, or a Steak Tartare (yes I have a thing for raw meat) and for dessert a Crème Brulee.
The February Blog Challange of the day is: What is the meaning of my blog name – An Ordinary Life
I know it is a pretty boring name right – but what I wanted to somehow convey was that I am an ordinary girl, I come from an ordinary city, from an ordinary family, I went to an ordinary school and work in an ordinary job and yet I believe it is possible to do some quite extraordinary things, which is what I feel that I have done in my life. (Although not so much lately)
I have been around the world – yes, right around it! As well as up and down between the UK, Europe and South Africa a few times. I have climbed Kilimanjaro, I have done Ironman (twice), I have lived in 6 different countries since finishing high school and throw myself at a variety of hobbies. I like to learn stuff, try new things and meet different people. I love learning about different cultures and places. I read a lot, and its a combination of fiction and non-fiction. I did not do any of this with a university degree or lots of money. I made different choices to a lot of my friends and worked hard. I scrimped and saved and decided on what it was that I wanted to do – which at the time was travel. I was also fortunate that my parents gave me the air-ticket to London for my 21st but all spending money and subsequent travel was up to me.
Since I returned home I have studied and now have a university degree through Unisa, which I paid for by working full time and studying at night. I have also done various other courses and have had a number of jobs in various different industries. I married at 35 and have a daughter that is about to turn 3. For all accounts I live a pretty ordinary life, but know that for me it is possible to do extraordinary things – as it is for everybody!
I don’t think I have a favourite photo of my and my “best friends” – in fact I am not sure at the moment how to determine what best friends are or who they are. It is not like when I was school and I had two “best friends” and we did EVERY thing together. I think as you get older you have more facets to your life, more interests and there fore sometimes require different friends for different aspects.
I have my sister – who is most definitly my “best friend” in all aspects but then I also have other friends that could also fit in there som where. A “best” friend with who I train, you chat a lot while cycling/running/swimming (which might go some way to explaining my time…..), a “best” friend that I have made since having Little OL, a “best” friend at work (who keeps me sane) and a long standing “best” friend, who when looking from the outside, might not seem as if we have that much in common but who is invaluable in my life. And then of course my internet “friends” who sometimes know more about me that people I am in contact with in real life. It is not often that all my best friends will get together – in fact I can tell you that they never have – so I don’t have a photo of all my best friends.
I will instead post one of my most recent photos of myself, my sister and my bestest training partner at the top of Maitlands Hill on our last (and only second) long ride – we did a whole 59km…… The week before IMSA 70.3 in January. I know, even I can’t beleive I actually made that bike cut-off with the minimal cycling we did (although we did use our indoor trainers quite a bit in winter)
They have now left me in the dust and are trainig for Ironman together – I am feeling left out…….. BUT I know that I could not commit to it at the moment, it is not a priority, but I do get jealous when I hear that they went cycling without me. Hopefully from next week I can join them on their morning (shorter) rides again.