Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
I focus a lot of energy on this oven, not wanting to let it get the better of me. I like to cook, but some days taming the beast are easier than others. This weekend I had a shocking craving for brioche & not being flush with French Boulangerie's up here in the Hills, I thought I'd get in the zone & have a go myself. Here's the results, as best as I could do with the Linda Blair of ovens. I really like this easy recipe, so thought I'd pass it on. Even though they wouldn't have won any prizes in the looks Dept., as I didn't have the requisite fluted brioche tins, they tasted sensational.
2 teaspoons (1 sachet/7g.) dried yeast
¼ cup (60ml.) warm milk
¼ cup (55g.) caster sugar
2 cups (300g.) strong plain flour
¼ teaspoon salt
3 eggs, lightly whisked
125g. soft butter, cut into 2cm pieces
1 extra egg, lightly whisked
2 tablespoons demarera sugar
butter, extra to serve
strawberry or raspberry jam, to serve
You can use this recipe to make one large brioche also. Follow the same steps but cook in hot oven for 10 minutes, then reduce temperature to 180°C and bake for a further 20-25 minutes or until golden brown and cooked through.
1. Combine the yeast, milk and 1 tbs of caster sugar in a small bowl. Set aside for 5 minutes or until frothy.
My finished product - apologies for the deadful images, a Food Stylist/Photographer I'm not!
Images: 1,7,8 Millie Images: 2,3,4,5,6 + recipe: Notebook
Monday, February 22, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
I've had such a fun week here at The Hedge. I've laughed & laughed at your wonderful, witty comments. None more so than those of that most stylish & chic of blogger's Jane from My Pear Tree House, who likened herself to a drug dealer driving around Melbourne in her first car, a slinky black Celica!! And for those of you who finally came out of the Days of Our Lives closet, I'm glad that this little blog was able to facilitate that moment of liberation for you! Mystic Millie has looked onto her crystal ball & has only seen the happiest of weekends for you all.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
My first car was this little red 4-door Holden (GM) Torana, it was 1973 & I was 17. Its very small 1750cc. engine was totally gutless. My Dad came with me the day I bought it to ensure I wasn't ripped off. We went to my future Brother-In-Law's older brother's Used Car lot. Dad thought that because we were almost related we should give him my business, but as we soon found out, being a relative doesn't suddenly turn a rogue into a choirboy, we got well & truly done over! By the time I'd driven it home the one mile from the lot, we'd determined that it ran better on only 3 cylinders rather than the 4 it left the factory with & Dad made the necessary 'adjustments' in our driveway.
That little car was OK, but what I really, really, really wanted was this.
A Jensen Interceptor, that most awesome of all '70's icons. It just oozed style, with its 7.2 litre, 440 cubic inch, V8 engine, not to mention the deep Wilton carpets & six-hide cream leather seats - oh la la!
However, if I would have been lucky enough to score a Jensen over the dodgy Torana, I would have needed these to drive in..........
........this to throw into the cassette player
......Patti B's. big fringe & ringlet curls
...... a gorgeous Prue Acton coat to toss ever so nonchalantly over the back seat
...... a pair of tight, tight white boots to slip into if the platforms became too awkward
.......& a pair of flared, hipster jeans to finish off the look perfectly.
Any great memories of your first car or, what you really, really coveted?