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And the winner is…

I’ve been lucky. I’ll be lucky again.
~ Bette Davis

First up, before I announce the winner of my recent giveaway, it was so much fun holding it. I’m not usually someone to gush over gifts, though I do appreciate them when they are thoughtful/significant – but oh, when it comes to GIVING presents… I always love it!

I really enjoyed reading the comments you left on my giveaway post – thank you everyone for entering! I hope to hold something similar again soon, and please do enter again next time.

Tonight, I wrote all your names on little slips, and got my flatmate Matt to pick my lucky winner… drumrollBeens! Congratulations!

Beens has just started her blog recently, and it seems so fitting to me now that she should have won the book so she can have a Kiwi-compiled cookbook on her bookshelf for her upcoming move to New Zealand ;-)

Also made some cookies (with Matt’s help in banging the almonds and chocolate into little pieces)… here is the recipe!

    Ingredients:
    115g butter, at room temperature (or microwaved in 3 bursts of 5 seconds, then chopped into small cubes)
    3/4 cup sugar
    1 cup light brown sugar, firmly packed
    1 teaspoon salt
    1 teaspoon vanilla extract
    2 large eggs
    1 1/2 cups flour
    1 teaspoon baking soda
    1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
    1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
    1/2 teaspoon ground clove
    1 cup quick-cooking oats
    2 cups chopped almonds
    1/2 cup cranberries (approximately – use your eyes to gauge quantity)
    200g dark chocolate, chopped
    Method:
    Preheat oven to 180°C. Line a baking tray with foil and lightly grease it.
    Beat the butter in a bowl until light and fluffy. Add both sugars, salt, and vanilla, and beat until well mixed, about three minutes. Stir in eggs, one at a time.
    Sift together the flour, baking soda, cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove in a separate bowl. Add half of the flour mixture to the butter, mixing on low speed. Once the flour has been incorporated, add the second half.
    Stir in the oats, almonds, cranberries and chocolate chips. Drop the dough, by the tablespoon, onto the foil-lined tray and bake for 10 to 12 minutes or until golden. Remove from the oven and cool the cookies on a rack. I used the same piece of foil to bake all my batches.
    Yields plenty of cookies (more than 35… somewhere along the way, I lost count). Store at room temperature in a cookie jar or other airtight container.
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What to doooo

The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found.
~ Calvin Trillin

Sleepless sleep. Ever have that? When you sleep, and wake up feeling like you never slept. Or haven’t slept for about a week straight. Head still full of unresolved dreams and other matters of little connection to happiness. It’s painful, in what I imagine to be an old arthritic way.

I traipse then, into the kitchen, to spot: egg whites in a bowl. OK. The wheels in my brain start spinning, ever so slowly, until I hear: omelette, light and fluffy, relax, go slow.

What I do to the 2 egg whites, then: I add 1 whole egg, whisk it all with salt and pepper, and turn the resulting mixture into an omelette. (My experience of this is a good light omelette – kind of like it!)

The morning goes by, and I am still at home. Feels strange to spend Saturday morning at home. Feels strange not to be hanging out with someone, or on a bus, or walking to a meeting, or – you know – doing something more significant than just… nothing. I take out my papers, thinking I will do some work. I put them all away again without reading a single sentence. Forget work.

When afternoon finds me tired out from dancing to ridiculous music and vacuuming the house with Shake & Vac, I find a saucepan, I take out my chopping board. Fry garlic. Add leek rings, dried marjoram, fresh rosemary, saute it all. Add cubes of monkfish fillet, mind dwelling on how soft it feels to touch. Add water, milk, salt, egg, mustard, pepper, dribble of cream – letting nothing but my senses guide me. I eat soup standing in the kitchen, without bread, without music. A few minutes later, Paul rings and thus begins a good afternoon catching up on the phone.

What to do on an imsomniac night: trying to figure that out now. Not reaching conclusions. What do you do after you’ve tried counting sheep, marshmallows, lions and ballerinas – and still can’t sleep?

[edit] I decided to make my first ever batch of scones, after all. It worked out perfectly as I had the required half a cup of cream, 2 lemons and rosemary sprigs handy! I referred to this recipe, and tweaked it a little.

It is now 12.38am. I think I should try sleeping again. Goodnight.

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