Ginger beer scones
Thanks to the miracle of technology i write this with a hot-from-the-oven ginger scone balanced upon my knee.
Although tonight’s ingredients looked somehow sad on the supermarket conveyor belt (small packet of flour, glacé ginger, two mini cans of Schweppes suggestive of imaginary friend), the texture of this hot scone on my knee is something to be seen. It’s a hybrid of a scone, fresh bread and a crumpet. It’s a wee bit sweet for my cheese-tooth (inadvisable word combination noted) but still, it’s a proper treat on a cold Wednesday evening like this one. And you know what? I reckons it might be quite nice with a slab of mature cheddar, I does. I’m having mine plain in an uncharacteristic show of temperance but don’t worry, I’ll probably eat the whole batch. Other things to note about the scones: cheap, easy-to-find ingredients, quick to make, slightly chalky after-texture possibly due to baking powder/shivering hand combo.
I’m off to visit the oven again – sod tomorrow’s midriff shot.
Ginger scone
Ginger scoff
Conclusions:
- Nice.
- I don’t mean to sound arrogant but looking at the above photos I can barely believe I actually made that. It looks almost like the original, no?
Military chic deficit continues
The elated monkey noises once filling my happy lungs have been replaced with a long, sorrowful sigh.
I am so lumpen today in my wrap dress and trainers (heels still banned due to broken foot fiasco). The dim light of the photograph below represents the death of last weekend’s bright glow. Can it be true that I miss my backcombed quiff, red eyeshadow and contemporary dancer-wannabe get-up? Yes, it can be true. Natural make-up and a centre parting continue to translate into teenage boy when I try them. Unflattering dress and flat plimsolls compound sense of gloominess.
Oh well, at least tomorrow I get to tie up my sweatshirt and reveal my bristling, wan abdomen to everyone on the 9.33 to Kentish Town West, so that’s something to feel excited about.
What really is exciting is that I’m baking ginger scones for dinner tonight. Come on, positivity!
Chic
Sheesh
Conclusions:
I've always found it funny when people write letters to the Guardian's Weekend magazine complaining that the recipe ingredients are too middle class and the fashion only looks good on thin people. After all, it's just a magazine. Or is it? I decided to follow its recipes, fashion and lifestyle advice as closely as possible, to see if the aspirations promoted therein can really be achieved by the average reader who is not especially wealthy, not necessarily model thin and is obliged to work regular office hours. This blog has no affiliation whatsoever with the Guardian but I link to the Weekend magazine website for the purposes of illustration. 
Guardian Girl 
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