Sunday, January 13

Spotted Dog Loaf

I assume this loaf gets it's name through its similarity to spotted dick. However its more of a bread which you serve in thick slices and covered in butter. Who could ask for more!

300g plain flour
1tsp bicarbonate of soda
3tbsp caster sugar
100g dried fruit
200ml buttermilk
1 egg, beaten
pinch of salt

  • Sift the flour into a mixing bowl and add the sugar, bicarb and salt.
  • Make a well in the centre and add the dried fruit, egg and buttermilk (see noted for alternatives). Mix to form a dough.
  • Knead very briefly on a lightly floured surface, then press into a greased loaf tin. 
  • Cook for 35-40 minutes at 190 degrees, until the top is s dark golden colour.Turn out and leave to cool on a wire rack. 

As the picture shows, I forgot to beat the egg first. So although the recipe works without it being beaten, you should still beat it!
Your local supermarket may stock buttermilk, if not there are alternatives. I used a 200ml mix that was half milk and half natural yoghurt.
As for the dried fruit, I used raisins as I had some in. Sultanas, currants or a mixture would work just as well.

Feminist until you get married.

Today was spent, in the main part, sat in a onesie wasting my life away on my laptop. Now, after having a bath, I have been sitting in my pyjamas and killing time until the boy comes over. This consists of sitting and scrolling through Tumblr and searching for new blogs to follow. And this was going swimmingly until the above picture got under my skin.
It's apparently a quote from "The Hypocrite Diaries" as you can see, and it was sat on my Tumblr dashboard with thousands of notes. This means plenty are in agreement with it and are happy for it to appear on their personal blog. But why are they?
Communist until you get rich, yes there is plenty of space for hypocrisy in that scenario. Atheist until the airplane starts falling. Yes to some extent this is hypocritical, but now I think about it, it doesn't have to be. An atheist doesn't believe in God, fair enough. However when you're in a life threatening situation and you pray and beg to God, it doesn't necessarily mean you now suddenly believe in a God. Surely it just means this is the time you really wish there was one. You may still be thinking "I know there isn't a God, but I'm going to pray and hope I've been wrong all this time." So that one isn't a 100% hypocritical but I'll let them have it.
It's the middle one that really got me. Feminist until you get married. As far as I'm aware, feminists can get married without disowning their beliefs. You would have to get married and become the ultimate 1950's housewife for the statement to work. Make that 1850's. By the 1950's women were making their way into the workplace and had proven their strengths during the war.
Feminism is concerned with equality, gender roles and objectification of the female form (among other things obviously). There is nothing to say a feminist cannot fall in love, declare it to the world and want to raise a family. It simply means if they do they may not want to comply to a typical housewife lifestyle. They may want to share the house work and the cooking of meals with a partner who doesn't take her for granted or assume it is her job to do such things.
A feminist can wed and raise a family. It's not hypocritical. To me, it simply means she will do it with a fairer attitude towards gender roles than many parents might.

Wednesday, January 2

...and a Happy New Year

2013. I want it to be the happiest yet.
When I was still in sixth form I wanted to skip a few years and get the politics of school and the hard work of university out of the way. I wanted a job and a house and to feel settled.
Now, in my third year at university I feel the same. I just want to be a grown up already. Have a place of my own that I can decorate, be in an interesting job and have a cat. I probably wanted a cat whilst in sixth form too but nearly as much as I want one now.
And now it's 2013. Those years I wanted to skip have almost gone. It's time to graduate and figure out how I'll be getting onto the career ladder and to find a flat I might stay in for more than a year or two. It is scary, but it is what I've wanted for ages. And so I shall knuckle down and try to ace my dissertation. I will write more, whether it's blog posts or creative pieces or articles I could try and get published. I will jump into job hunting and find a job I like the look of, a good starting point. Failing that I shall find something that can keep me in London. And failing that I shall move back home, find whatever job I can and learn to drive before hunting for something I want to do.
I want to be positive this year. I won't be yearning for my future, I'll be jumping into it and making it happen. Making it happy.