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Recipe Sunday so British - Scones

In 2010, I just realized a first.
And yes, do you realize, since my installation in older Britons, I have never made scones with my small hands.
Shame on me, I know. Because if there is a "cake" British, it's The scone, king of tea time.

And then there is no easier to do! Go ahead, you can eat any time of day. Personally, I prefer it to Sunday breakfast.

For twenty scones, you need

225 g raising flour *
1 teaspoon baking powder
25 g sugar 1 pinch salt

75 g salted butter 50 g soft
raisins
5 cup whole milk 1 egg beaten

For gilding:
1 egg yolk beaten with 1 tablespoon milk *

If you do not have in raising flour hand (like me), take the flour to which you added a packet of baking powder (11g).

Preheat oven to 180 ° C (gas mark 6).
Place flour, yeast and sugar in large bowl.
Add the butter and incorporate with your fingertips until the dough resembles a coarse crumbs.

Add raisins, beaten egg and half the milk. Mix until a ball. The dough should be soft but not sticky. If it is too dry, gradually add remaining milk.
Flour the work surface. Roll out the dough scones on a thickness of 1 cm. Expand circles 5 cm in diameter, using a pastry cutter or a glass and place them on a plate Cooking turning.
Reformer with a ball falls, then expand again spread to other circles.
Brush the circles with the mixture of egg yolk and milk.

Bake for 8-10 minutes until the scones are puffed and golden.
Remove the scones from the oven. Remove from baking sheet and let cool on rack.

The scones are eaten traditionally cut in half with butter or cream and jam. They are

the best out of the oven. However, if you do not want to cook everything at once, you can keep the disks of pasta in the refrigerator (two days) and cook them "on demand".

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Edited due to cases of conscience - 12.30.2009 at 3:48 p.m. (withdrawal of the ticket)

Edited again on 3 / 01 / 10 - because I forcing anyone to read, eh! (Re release)

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I'm fairly provided two beautiful sisters.

contingencies festive forced me to see one of them recently. They are painful ritual of the holiday calendar for this reason. It's the same scenario every year we rejoice in the month of November to the idea of Christmas, come together, meet, share (for some rejoicing begins in July).
Arrive on December 24 and we wonder what we doing there. It feels an obligation to full nose for everyone. We are obliged to be nice and do not take that nonsense to inserting the beads on the thread of the conversation. An art, believe me.

New this year is that the sister-in question was repeated. It has spawned what!

Full of hope, I thought motherhood was going to pass on her new a layer of sweetness that it would consider the world around her and to defuse a bit. So many hopes dashed.

If motherhood has changed something, perhaps to have established an external focus: that of another person, her child here.

A child so precious, that until recently could not approach him after going through a decontamination areas: antibacterial gel, influenza vaccination ...

This divine child, who happens to be my niece (adorable, it goes without saying) is like all children from 3 months: she eats, she cries, she sleeps (on highly controversial) and starts to smile. And most importantly, it does not leave his parents in peace more than three hours ... as almost all babies. This is not about to get better in this case as soon as the beautiful child begins to cry, within 10 seconds (20 max) below, one of his parents seems to come and "relieve".

This little game we had a great time during Christmas Eve.

I began to seriously worry for the "sanity" of the parents of my niece, when the step-sister on the table in front of his plate, a video monitor, transmitting images from a camera view nocturnal movement sensor placed on the first floor near the baby. I confess that I stayed speechless (internally, of course).

around me I watched to see if we all lived in a parallel world or if I was the only one to operate in a paranormal world. My dear husband looked up at the ceiling, to signify to me that he too thought it was OTT (over the top), especially since he had a ringside seat to watch the video of the baby. Between bites of foie gras.

Mortal Eve.

All that to say that I feel when I talk about the family gatherings around me, he seems that the sister-in Is The New Mother-in-law. A bit like we say that Orange Is The New Black. It was she who spread terror in the family now.

Fortunately it's not every day is Christmas!

Anyway, we're all the sister of someone!


Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The facts and events recounted in this post are pure fiction and imagination.
course.

Peter Doig White Canoe Sell

The riddle of Wednesday # 12

Published on December 16 at 5:09 p.m.

This is the last riddle for 2009. Event!

In this festive season, my neurons are struggling to connect. A mixture of hot wine, whiskey and mince pies to cause interference with my precious myelin. That is why this final riddle will be hyper fastoche.

In fact it is more a question of speed as if your neurons are not too tired, you should find the answer in under two minutes on Google. To win just to be there before the others did!

drumroll ...

What year and where London was installed the first escalator in the UK?

Tsss-to-che fa!

The first gives the correct answer will win a surprise.

Good luck baby!

Bravo saam first (first?) To find the correct answer:

at Harrods in 1898

saam , you send me your mailing address

I can send you a little surprise

Thank you all for your participation good morning

Go to the next riddle January 6, 2010