Rock cake that is.
300 grams flour
1 tsp baking powder
¼ tsp cinnamon (mixed spice if you can get it)
80 grams butter
80 grams brown sugar
30 grams sultanas (I add waaaaay more)
45 grams granola (actually cornflakes but I needed a tie in with the granola)
125 ml milk
1. Set oven to 200 degrees
2. Sift flour, cinnamon and baking powder
3. Rub butter into flour mix with fingertips
4. Add sugar, fruit and granola
5. Beat egg in a small bowl and add milk
6. Add egg mix to flour mix and stir well to combine
7. Place spoonfuls of mix on greased oven tray.
8. Bake at 200 degrees for 10-15 minutes until brown
9. Cool on cake cooler
They had to write letters to their morning glory plants. This is installment two. It says 'Your leaves are like hearts, aren't they? I was happy when you sprouted. Grow into a healthy morning glory, ok?'
The little foil containers on the tables you can see if you look really closely? The mums all knelt on the floor in the (oh so ample) space between tables and ate with the kids.
- planted 7 pumpkin plants. Two varieties this year, mini pumpkins and butternuts. We planted them right in the corner of the plot where they will run rampant over the butterbur and Japanese ginger. Hopefully. Last year they took a liking for tilled soil and invaded the sweet potato patch...
- planted out an additional 9 cucumber plants. The 20 we already planted not being enough. We were given the seedlings and didn't quite offload as many as we were hoping. Oh well, I see pickled cucumbers on the horizon.
- Put up the tomato house. Well for the first time anyway. I'm not convinced the plastic we used is typhoon-proof so I see tomato house building on the horizon, too...
- transplanted 5 rows of seedlings from the seed raising bed to the leaf vegetable beds. Fingers crossed for the cos lettuce, butterleaf lettuce, sunny lettuce, oak leaf lettuce and salad mizuna.
- cut the grass and trimmed the edges of the lawn.
- cut back all the leaves from the bulbs and the fallen lupins so they don't rot in the rain.
- Cut down a tree (that is rather addictive. Think my carbon account is in the red and my Aussie family will disown me for crimes against the environment if I don't get this under control soon...)
- Cut up, cart and burn said tree. (pouring salt on the environmental desecration wound)
- Weed the jungle that was trying it's best to be the path from the back of the house to the front.
- Prune the entire fence length of trees after I realised it wasn't that it's not yet poppy/ begonia/ purple daisy/ azalea season but rather that mine are in full shade all but 30 minutes of the day)
- Cut down completely rotten tree I found while pruning. Have Meg race to tell K to come and help me as the bit I cut was too heavy for me to hold with one hand while I cut with the other and it was going to fall on me...
- Balanced up a ladder while picking a bag full of diseased leaves from the nectarine and peach trees. There's still about another bag of leaves up there. All the experts say leaf curl is a fungus and therefore picking the leaves will not do anything but I'd rather the apple farmers in the neighbourhood didn't know I was harbouring fungi here- we get enough stick for not using chemicals as it is!
- Cut down all tree limbs overhanging the roof in a vain attempt to try and ebb the flow of concerned citizens/ interfering neighbours calling out from the street that 10cm of leafy overhang is going to rot our roof, fill our gutters, cause a roofing tile cave in and lead to the destruction of all that we have. (or warnings to that effect anyway)
- removed new mountain of pruned limbs to the fire pit.
- Decided the yummyness of a bbq outweighed the risk of food poisoning from eating meat cooked over green wood and shovelled coals into the bbq and cooked pork chops on the barbie (almost Aussie...)
- Made a dashing arch out of two aqua coloured garden stakes for my climbing rose. It has a certain 60s beach house glamour I'm telling myself....
- Had how-will-we-anchor-the-cucumber-net talk (part 17) with co-farmer A. very draining talk as neither of us are native speakers of Japanese, I learnt from a textbook and she learnt from her husband (a concreter- not that I have anything against guys who work construction but they tend not to speak what the textbook teaches) and we both are convinced that our (opposing) opinions are right. We're really not getting anywhere and her husband has already refused to work on the project until we make up our mind. This stems back to the tomato shelter incident of 2009 in which said husband set up the tomato house not once or twice but three times before we were both satisfied.
- Drove to the other side of the city and back to eat an ice-cream. Well actually it was to take neighbour's daughter to get a 'recruit suit' for interviews and for me to look at a shop rumoured to have a big-big-size corner where I might be able to buy some summer pants. Only big-big-size corner turned out to be for women not blessed in both weight and height and so was a bit of a fizzer so the girls had 95 yen soft serves while we waited for R to find herself a suit. Only a 30 minute drive each way for an ice-cream...
- Made dinner, did the bath and pjs thing, translated the directions on what I thought was a pack of amazing looking coconut flavoured jelly from the Brazilian supermarket only to realise it was instant coconut flavoured marshmallow mix. A whole tray of marshmallows... great.... and it required 20 minutes of mixing... and I don't have a mixer... so I wound down after my big day watching tv on youtube and whisking at full tilt for 20 minutes....
So today when I had a late start at work we suggested that she could walk to kinder when Meg walks to school.