Saturday, April 12, 2014
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Professor Jill BelchNinewells Hospital, DundeeIt's also important because some people do suggest that ME is a disease of the mind and here we are showing that it is a disease of the body”
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Saturday, November 17, 2012
- 3/4 cup rolled oats
- 1/4 tsp baking soda
- 1/8 tsp salt
- 2 T brown sugar
- 1 T plus 2 tsp white sugar
- 2 T raisins
- 1 T oil or pre-melted margarine
- 1-2 T milk of choice (start with 1)
POTATO BASED PIZZA
BASE FOR THE TOPPING
6 large potatoes 2 Garlic cloves
6 spring onions 1 onion
2 eggs chopped tomatoes
Salt and pepper fresh basil leaves
Fry light 6oz/170g mozzarella cheese
Peel and dice potatoes, boil until tender, drain return to pan and mash. Set aside to cool a little. Meanwhile finely chop the spring onions. Place the mash, spring onions and one egg into a bowl and season well. Using your fingers, mix well and shape into a ball. Cover the bowl and chill overnight.
Prepare the topping: Crush garlic, finely chop onion, remove skins from toms (if using fresh) and chop basil leaves. Place in a pan with sweetener and bring to the boil. Reduce the heat and simmer for 15-20 minutes, stirring often until thickened. Season well and remove from heat.
Preheat oven 200C/400F or gas mark 6. Line a baking sheet with baking parchment. Place the potato mixture in the centre and, using your hands, pat into 10in pizza base. Beat the remaining egg and brush over the base, spray with fry light and bake for 10-15 mins or until lightly browned.
Spread topping over base. Slice mozzarella and arrange on top. Return to oven for further 6-8 minutes. Remove from oven and scatter basil over the top.
Monday, October 29, 2012
1.5kg selfraising flour
500ml buttermilk or plain yoghurt
250 ml sugar
Rub butter into flour.
Beat eggs and sugar.
Add buttermilk (yoghurt)
Mix to a soft dough.
Form balls of dough & pack tight in a greased dish.
Bake at 180c or 350f for 35 minutes.
Break cooked balls and spread them on the wire racks in the cooker.
Dry overnight in cooker on a low temperature - 80c or so.
- 2 egg whites (powdered ones work well. Follow instructions on the packet)
- 8 oz ground almonds
- Pinch of salt
- 4 oz castor sugar
- 1 level tablespoon cinnamon
- Icing sugar
Beat the egg whites and salt until stiff.
Fold in sugar and ground almonds and cinnamon.
Make mixture into balls and place on oiled baking sheet. Bake at 300F for 25 minutes.
Roll cooked balls in icing sugar.
- · 225g butter, softened, plus extra for greasing
- · 450g Bramley apples
- · Finely grated zest and juice of 1 lemon
- · 225g caster sugar, plus extra for dredging
- · 3 large eggs
- · 225g gluten-free self-raising flour
- · 2 tsp gluten-free baking powder
- · 25g ground almonds
- · 1 tsp mixed spice
- · 1 tbsp demerara sugar
I have a few criteria for the recipes.
1. They have to be easy to make
2. Ingredients must be easy to find
3. Ingredients should not be beyond the budget of an ordinary working family, and
4. All the family should like them, not just the Coeliac person. I don't think its good for one person in a family to be singled out and made to eat 'yucky' stuff while everyone else eats 'yummy' stuff.
- 1 jar peanut butter
- 1 cup choc chips
- I cup sugar
- 1 egg
- 2 teaspoons baking powder
And no, I did not forget to include flour. The biscuits are flourless, but truly, you wouldn't ever know because they taste wonderful.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
My daughter Caelyn went into labour last night when the weather was at its worst. The wind buffeted the car so much her husband couldn't get there fast enough & she said she had to push, so Nigel pulled into the ambulance bay of William Harvey. He called to the ambulance crew. When they came over, they could see his head.
A doctor & midwife came running. Caelyn was on the back seat of the car & the medical staff had to stand in the wind and rain to deliver him. They got soaked. As soon as he was born, they wrapped him up & took him in out of the weather, then the ambulance crew put Caelyn on a trolley to take her in.
Mother and baby are both well, and already the talk of the ward, with staff popping in specially to see him. They are due to be discharged later today.
In view of the circumstances of his birth, a special name is called for, but we can't think of one. His sisters can't wait to meet him.
At about 10 pm on Monday 12 December, Caelyn had a son. He weighs 2.3 kg or 5 lb 12 oz, and he and his mum are both well.
When they left for the hospital, Caelyn asked me to phone to say they were en route. The midwife said they would examine her but they had NO BEDS AVAILABLE.
Then I had a call from my mum & I was expecting her to say they were being sent to another hospital, but she very excitedly told me he had been born in his dads car! Nigel pulled up to the ambulance bay and asked for help. They were just about to get a wheelchair but then realised there was no time, so the ambulance man delivered him there and then, in a howling gale and torrential rain. Mum phoned me as they were helping then inside after the delivery.
Congratulations to all concerned. I can't wait to see Wendy and Teresa when they are told their little brother arrived in the night!
God bless them, every one!
Monday, November 21, 2011
I'm in the process of renewing my passport, and still cannot believe this.. How is it that Sky Television has my address and telephone number and knows that I bought a bleeding satellite dish from them back in 1977, and yet, the Government is still asking me where I was bloody born and on what date.
For Christ sakes, do you guys do this by hand? My birth date you have on my pension book, and it is on all the income tax forms I've filed for the past 30 years. It is on my National Health card, my driving license, my car insurance, on the last eight damn passports I've had, on all those stupid customs declaration forms I've had to fill out before being allowed off the plane over the last 30 years, and all those insufferable census forms.
Would somebody please take note, once and for all, that my mother's name is Mary Anne, my father's name is Robert and I'd be absolutely astounded if that ever changed between now and when I die!!!!!!
I apologise, I'm really pissed off this morning. Between you and me, I've had enough of this bullshit! You send the application to my house, then you ask me for my bloody address!!!!
What is going on? Do you have a gang of neanderthal arseholes workin' there? Look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? I don't want to dig up Yasser Arafat, for gods sake. I just want to go and park my arse on some sandy beach somewhere. And would someone please tell me, why would you give a shit whether I plan on visiting a farm in the next 15 days? If I ever got the urge to do something weird to a chicken or a goat, believe you me, you'd be the last bloody people I'd want to tell !!
Well, I have to go now, because I have to go to the other end of the poxy city to get yet another copy of my birth certificate, to the tune of £30. Would it be so complicated to have all the services in the same spot to assist in the issuance of a new passport the same day?? Nooooooooooooo, that'd be too damn easy and maybe make sense. You'd rather have us running all over the bloody place like chickens with our heads cut off, then have to find some arsehole to confirm that it's really me on the damn picture - you know, the one where we're not allowed to smile?! (bureaucratic morons) Hey, do you know why we couldn't smile if we wanted to? Because we're totally pissed off!
An Irate Subject
P.S. Remember what I said above about the picture and getting someone to confirm that it's me? Well, my family has been in this country since 1776 ............ I have served in the military for something over 30 years and have had full security clearances over 25 of those years enabling me to undertake highly secretive missions all over the world. ......... However, I have to get someone 'important' to verify who I am - you know, someone like my doctor - WHO WAS BORN AND RAISED IN SODDING PAKISTAN !
Monday, September 26, 2011
The scan picture clearly shows little feet. This is Michelle's 18 week scan. There is another picture I'd like to post of the baby reaching out with his arm. His fingers are clearly visible. There was so much excitement in the scanning room. We saw his heart beating and we also saw the ridges and gullies of his brain. Michelle says he is especially active this evening.
On the way back from the hospital, we called in at Caelyn's. The two sisters were sooooo excited and were comparing bumps and maternity notes. Its exciting for them to be expecting together.
They will be Winter babies.
One problem is that Caelyn's village gets cut off during heavy snow, and she delivered her two daughters quickly. The midwife has told her to call at the first twinge and they are thinking it might end up as a home birth if its too dangerous to try to get to hospital. That's Plan B.
Plan C, if the midwife can't get to her, I've suggested that Nigel put her on a sled and take her to the Old Age Home nearby because at least three of the staff there have been senior midwives for a long time. They obviously don't keep midwifery equipment there, but they would have a better idea of what to do than Nigel would.
The other thing is that this winter is forecast to be a harsh one, and the cost of heating has gone up by double figures. We couldn't afford it last year when it was cheaper.
We will have to keep one room warm and stay in that one with the baby. Otherwise, we will keep heavy curtains closed to keep the heat in, drink hot drinks, move around, put on extra layers of clothing and use blankets when we are sitting still.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
We are delighted for her. This is a Miracle baby, and very, very welcome. Little one is due on 22 February. Caelyn's boy is due at the beginning of January, so my guess is that the cousins will get up to a lot of mischief together.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Caelyn went for her 20 week Anomaly Scan.
The baby is fine, and everything is within normal parameters.
And its a boy this time!
We have never had a boy in the family. What on earth does one do with one?
Apparently they are quite different to little girls.
Monday, August 15, 2011
I had an extraordinary teacher in 1976. I have spoken of her often, and remembered the things she taught me. I didn't think I would have a chance to see her again in this life, and I very much wanted to tell her how much she meant to me - and still does. She was a petite Franciscan nun whose face radiated with joy. She was so excited about what she was teaching that her words would trip over themselves. That joy and enthusiasm made the message go straight in to the head of even the scattiest kid. She was gentle, funny, sweet, warm and holy, and quite irresistible, even to the stern Calvinist School Inspector.
I recently found an old friend, Fiona, on Facebook. She wrote Matric in the same year that I did, and she still lives in Durban. She is coming to England to visit her daughter in September, and I can't wait to see her.
She was also one of Sister Lucy's pupils, and astonishingly recently met up with her again. Fiona and her husband Rob teach adults Christian Doctrine, and Sister Lucy is also one of the teachers. Fiona passed a verbal message from me to Sister Lucy and then I emailed her, care of Fiona. She is 83 years old and living in the convent for frail Franciscan Sisters in Durban. We spoke on the phone. I was brimming over with gratitude that I was able to thank her for all she is and for all she meant to me. It is so seldom that we are granted such an opportunity.
But it gets even better. She said she was going to visit Ireland for two months to visit her frail older sister, and as soon as Sean heard that, he suggested we go and see her there. We fly to Shannon on Friday. He has heard so much about her over the years that he feels he knows her too. I really hope it all works out, but even if it doesn't, I am so blessed to have been able to email her and speak to her.
Here we are: