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Coconut and Lime cake

This cake is one that goes down well, even with people who don't even like coconut! The tangy icing lifts the moist sponge.

I put this up without photos because I found out that one colleague's niece is coeliac, and wanted him to be able to share it with his sister and her family.

Ingredients


150ml coconut milk50g desiccated coconut25ml milk (or dairy free alternative)250g butter or dairy free margarine, softened250g caster sugar3 eggs, beatenJuice and finely grated zest of two limes250g gluten free self-raising flour blend1tsp Xanthan gum For the icing:
15ml coconut milk250g icing sugar, siftedJuice 1 lime50g toasted coconut flakes (optional)
Line a 20cm square cake tin with baking parchment and pre-heat the oven to 180 Celsius/Gas Mark 4
Put the coconut milk in a saucepan over a high heat, as soon as it starts to boil, take off the heat and add the desiccated coconut and milk, set aside to cool. Cream the butter and sugar in a bowl until light and fluffy. Mix the lime juice an…

On pets and passing

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I doubt this entry will be of fantastic quality, but this is something that comes up now and then that I feel should be said while the notion is fresh in my mind.

Today is a doubly sad occasion for me, not only is it the last weekday of a two week break from work, but I got a text from Dad just after 2pm local time.

Hi, are you working at present

This was not Dad's usual style, and truthfully, my parents don't reach out to me that often.

No, what's up?

Confused, and despite a warning nearing three weeks prior, I get bad news.

We had the vet out to Oscar this morning. He could barely walk and couldn't stand up to eat or relieve himself so it was his time. Mum said to let u know.

Oscar was the family Dalmatian, who we adopted in the Spring of 2005, when I was nearing 17. He was far too splotched to be a pedigree, and his tail was white barring a couple of faint grey spots, but the girls in my family, myself included, loved him from the moment he came to our home. Back then,…

On Shadow of War

Xander is a fan of Jim Sterling, and watching his videos on this have summarised a lot of opinions I have, quite possibly way more eloquently than I could.

I'm opposed to micro-transactions in paid for games. It leaves me with a sour taste in my mouth and I cannot help but compare it to a foreigner's view of the USA's health system. Even in Assassin's Creed, a game franchise I was a big fan of after the introduction of Ezio, and despite the views of some I quite like the Fry twins, but then, I love the sarcastic banter between them. But the micro-transactions don't see a penny and the game is, by design, penalising you for that by making it harder to grab the standard currency.

But I digress.

The fact that Middle Earth: Shadow of War has micro-transactions is disappointing to say the least, because it suggests that Monolith's work is not a game worth playing, a notion that, if Shadow of Mordor is anything to go by, cannot possibly be true. The fact that orcs fo…

Coconut and Lemongrass Cake

Earlier this week I brought this cake, admittedly made with spelt flour, to work since I would be at a new branch on my birthday. I was subsequently asked for the recipe, so here it is!

The lemongrass provides a light, unique flavour that makes me say 'try this cake at least once'.

Recipe from Rachel Allen's book Cake

Ingredients

4 stalks of lemongrass, tops and bases trimmed and outer leaves removed250g caster sugar4 eggs200g butter, softened (I used sunflower spread)125g desiccated coconut125g plain flour2tsp baking powder For the syrup: 75g sugar75ml waterlemongrass trimmings Preheat the oven to 170 Celsius (325 Fahrenheit) or Gas mark 3. Line a deep 23cm diameter baking tin with baking paper Thinly slice the lemongrass stalks and put in a food processor with the caster sugar. Run the mixture until the lemongrass is pureed and fragrant Add the eggs, butter and coconut, mix until combined. Sift the flour and baking powder and add to the mixture, mix until just combined Tip…

The Oven is Fixed!

I mentioned this briefly on Twitter, my landlord's handyman came in yesterday and fixed the oven, but before I reveal what happened, let me remind you what prompted me to call in the professional on this.
When I used the oven, I realised there was a strong smell, like fish, coming from it. I cleaned it thoroughly with oven spray, let's just say it needed that, but the smell remained.
Pattering around on the Internet I came across a thread on netmums wherein one user, Jodie, suggested the smell is a sign of failing electrics and to get them checked. This actually made sense because while the hob is gas my oven is electric. I called my landlord and switched it off at the mains, using matches for my hob so no one forgot to turn it back off.
So yesterday, while I was already at work, the handyman arrived. Xander went to work before he could look at it, but what it boiled down to was the plug had shorted. So he cut the burnt off bits, installed a new plug and reassembled the device…

Life Rambles- Modern Teens and Workforce

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I'm not too proud to deny it, I work in retail full time, been in my current job nearing two years now, but between my mother being an A level Maths teacher and work, I'm hearing the word 'lazy' an awful lot when talking about those in the 16-18 band.

Sometimes, I think there are things that we're not teaching people at school:
Getting past the interview is not the end. With some of our short-lived colleagues, it's their first job, and I have gotten the feeling that they believed it's plain sailing once they pass that interview and get the offer.
I cannot remember a time in school where I was told about probationary periods. This is a time when your boss is monitoring your performance to see if you really can do the job. It can be three months initially, but employers are allowed to extend it up to six if they think they need more time to see what you're capable of. If someone does not uphold the standards expected persistently, they are let go with no …

Soda farls

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So I'm not expecting to get a hold of an electrician for at least another week (the one my landlord trusts is out of town, and the one I work with is on holiday, go figure...) he suspects a shorted element, but we'll have to see what the damage is when he gets back.

But as we experiment on the hob (and pursuing solutions to problems from said attempts) I began culling things that went uneaten (this was mostly long-life stuff stowed away for emergency situations that never presented themselves) I came across four jars of sandwich pickle. This with ham is Xander's filling of choice for sandwiches, which he was put off of because he didn't like the texture of gluten free bread and spelt bread from The Bread Shop was always at risk of cross-contamination.

So on Wednesday I come home from the supermarket laden with fresh goodies for a top-up, since there's only so much room in our fridge and a lot is taken by cold drinks and a week's worth of lunches after Sunday pr…