Archive | October, 2010


6 Oct

When Miss Kreeight cam over to teach me how to crochet last week, I made us a little treat to eat: Turkish Delight cupcakes. Yum!

Turkish Delight Cupcakes


60g white eating chocolate, chopped roughly
2 tablespoons rose water
½ cup (125ml) water
1/3 cup (45g) pistachios
90g butter, softened
1 cup (220g) firmly packed
brown sugar
2 eggs
2/3 cup (100g) self-raising flour
2 tablespoons plain flour


Preheat oven to 180°C/160°C fan-forced. Line 6-hole texas (¾-cup/180ml) muffin pan with paper cases (I used 12 x 1/3  cup paper cases)

Stir chocolate, rose water and the water in small saucepan over low heat until smooth. Blend or process nuts until fine.

Beat butter, sugar and eggs in small bowl with electric mixer until combined. Stir in sifted flours, ground pistachios and warm chocolate mixture. Divide mixture among cases.

Bake cakes about 35 minutes. Turn cakes, top-side up, onto wire rack to cool.


I beat together about 100g of melted white chocolate and 500g of cream cheese until smooth for the icing. I smeared it on top and scattered pieces of turkish delight and pistachios on top.

However the original recipe instructed me to do it this way:


900g turkish delight,
chopped coarsely
2/3 cup (90g) coarsely chopped pistachios
300g white eating chocolate, melted

Cut a 3cm deep hole in the centre of each cake; fill with chopped nuts. Drizzle with chocolate; replace lids. Decorate with pieces of turkish delight and chopped nuts dipped in chocolate.

I say do whatever the hell you like. Isn’t that the whole point about cooking? However I recommend listening to Deelite’s “Groove is in the Heart” as you bake these sweet treats. The thrills that you spill as you dance around the kitchen will give you chills and satisfaction.


Pulling the wool

5 Oct

I am a procrastinator. Queen Procrastinator. I can put things off ’til the very last second and distract myself with anything, anything that will keep me away from the task at hand. A shiny ball, an interesting insect, my knee, a dustmite. Anything.

I have a list as long as my arm of things that I want to learn to do or should do before I die or turn 30: Learn how to play a  musical instrument; rediscover how to draw; learn photography (I live with a photographer for God’s sake); utilise the amazing things Melbourne has to offer (galleries, live music etc); reconnect with old friends.  You know, the normal crap we all say every year in a well-meaning drunken kind of way.  I have succeeded in a few recently: getting a personal trainer and giving up being a booze-bloated trash bag. And last week I learned how to…fly a plane! No not really. Much less exciting, in fact. Sorry to get your hopes up. I just learned how to crochet. Can I hear a “That’s lovely dear!”?

I have been wanting to learn how to crochet for years and numerous people have tried to teach me but ended up yelling at me as I held the hook like a chronically arthritic racoon. Books don’t help as the diagrams confuse me for some reason. I need to look and learn. I am a looker-learner. And last week the lovely Miss Kreeight, my fabulous crafty friend who also has been putting off how to learn, finally taught herself from the internet* and patiently sat down and taught me how to be more like a nana. And I GOT IT!

I have now been obsessively making squares with the intention of stitching them together to make a rug, however I soon discovered it was far more addictive to just keep on going and effectively make one massive square aka; a rug. It will be a present for my nana. Yes. I do things backwards. When I visit my nana, I usually sit and knit as we watch ‘Keeping Up Appearances” and she says: “Oh, I really should get mine out”, but doesn’t and then we doze off all warm and full from tea and cake in front of the fire. Yep. I’m out nana-ing my nana.

Nana never learned how to crochet, so perhaps I’ll teach her when I visit next. She needs a new hobby, I’m sure.

*Miss Kreeight learned to crochet from  Meet Me At Mikes. Try it yourself or just visit the site; it’s very cute!