Meow…I’ve been fairly good this week and haven’t done any pee pees on the rugs upstairs. Although it has been made impossible for me to do as the doors are now locked from the outside.
Now watch this:
Meow for now…x
Ever feel the urge to get your bake on but just don’t have the time or energy or fresh eggs for that matter? Have friends coming round in half an hour and nothing nice for them to eat?
If any of the above are common problems for you then just one clever move next time you visit a supermarket will see you right. Behold, the totally cheated, yummy toffee muffin:
All you need to do is browse the baking section next time your out grocery shopping. There will be a selection of items intended for making larger cakes and loaves in nice flavours. There will also be the little muffin baking kits, which I have used in the past, but this way, you get more, they will be nicer and are a total bargain.
I used Wright’s Baking toffee cake mix:
You simply need to mix it with water and oil. Instead of pouring into a lined loaf tin, use a muffin tray with paper cases. Eat the leftover mixture, if nobody’s looking.
You will need to alter the cooking time from that of a loaf, so instead of taking about an hour they will only need about fifteen to twenty minutes at around 200 Degrees Celsius.
Having saved so much time in the preparation I covered mine in chocolate and sweets.
What was my excuse? I did not have friends coming over, I had fresh eggs, flour and sugar etc and had not had a longer day at work than expected. I’m just lazy and wanted to fill the house with gorgeous toffee smells and eat warm cakes but without doing loads of cleaning up afterwards.
There are some who go all out and buy the novelty giant cards, overfill the restaurants and pay triple the normal rate for a red rose or twelve. Then there’s the rest of us…quietly confident that love is more than grand gestures on specified days.
My boyfriend hates it and, luckily for him, I’m not overly bothered if I don’t receive some awful Moonpig.com same as everyone else’s tailored to your individual needs card.
I do love crafting, however and have vowed this year to embrace every seasonal event in an attempt to provide constant inspiration and use up my materials stash.
I found the perfect solution on one of my favourite websites: Cut Out + Keep | Make and share step-by-step craft tutorials…a valentines themed craft swap. I created the following:
Luckily I realised that the original heart garland was full of swearwords as I simply grabbed an old book I’d bought from a charity shop that had been read and was not a keeper. I found my old A level copy of Shakespeare’s Sonnets and used pages that were not covered in notes by my seventeen year old self. Disaster averted.
Ruby is back for her second post. Because it’s Tuesday and her name is Ruby.
Meow…Its been another busy week for me as is always the case for us felines. I am pleased to tell you that Ghost Cat has not been able to eat all of my food in the night as it is being taken away when the humans go to bed. I don’t mind as I wasn’t getting to eat it anyway!
Number of times I got banned from going upstairs EVER AGAIN due to urinating on the rug in the front room or the rug in the bathroom: Three
Number of times I turned on the cute and got myself re-allowed to go upstairs: Three
Where am I now? On the bed, of course, my favourite place of all.
Meow for now x
My love affair with contemporary illustrative embroidery has yet to fade. It satisfies both my inner granny and my young(ish) stylish(ish), artistic(ish) self.
Feast your eyes…
I found this piece, titled Loud Mouth on
I discovered the following and other beauties, plus an artist interview via
In cities coffee shops are all pretty much the same.
I live in a piddly little market town in The Midlands and it has only recently acquired its first franchised coffee shop. It is, I have observed, a pitiful and embarrassing caricature of its city cousins.
It took five staff to prepare me a pot of Earl Grey and put a slice of carrot cake on a plate: One to ask what I wanted, another to set the wheels in motion and get the teapot. Third one gets a teacup as a fourth enquires about the reason for the teapot, whilst fifth gets a teabag in and adds water. Number one then needs a reminder on the cake front as number two lifts it onto a plate. Number three works the till whilst remarking that number four might want to rest their arm, which is in a gross plastic splint and sling and looks like it might smell.
I got the impression that they saw themselves as something akin to a gang of Butlins Red Coats during peak season. The reality was more like a load of ex guests from The Jeremy Kyle show had been given their first ever jobs and, unfamiliar with the new found smartness of their polyester mix uniforms start acting all hyperactive like a bunch of kids at a wedding disco.
Finally, when I sit down with my drink and snack, I am amazed to see a load of dirty cups and plates on every table. Each member of staff trying to hog the stage/counter lest they be seen wiping a table. I mean, come on, you were on Jeremy Kyle last week, its all uphill from here. Number four can’t do it though, obviously as she has a gammy arm.