the orange juice and milk theory

When I was younger, I looked up to my older (and only) sister.

Both physically because there's an (almost) 5 year age gap between us;

And emotionally, with adoration.

Don't get me wrong...

I still look up to her.

Literally. 

Because she is like, 6 foot tall or something; 

But also because I think she possesses amazing qualities that I envy.

She is energetic and wields an enthusiasm for life that is endearing and contagious.

I digress.

The point is - 

She's the Big Sister,

And as the Big Sister, it was her job to teach me things.

To impress her skills and knowledge upon me.

To share her wisdom, so that I could be cool

Just. Like. Her.

Insert the story about the time my cool Big Sister taught me that mixing orange juice and milk in a glass,
then sculling said concoction would cause excessive vomiting, 

thus ensuring you were guaranteed a Sick Day and wouldn't have to go to school.

Yes, it really happened.

No, she doesn't remember it.

We practically had to be on our death bed to be granted a day off school, 

So this was a fool proof plan.

AND (she assured me), 

Once you'd vommed a couple of times,

You'd feel fine;

So, could enjoy your day at home tucked up on the couch watching trashy day time tv.

She might have been a Child Genius...

I'm not dragging us all down Memory Lane for no reason BTW.

But simply to introduce you to 

T H E   O R A N G E   J U I C E   

A N D   M I L K   T H E O R Y

They simply don't go together.

Separately ?

No problems*.

(*Lactose intolerance excluded)

But together?

Not recommended.

Here's the core of my Theory - 

Some people are Orange Juice;

And others are Milk.

So what does that mean?

Well, they simply don't go together.


(For the record, my sis and I are more like a Vodka Orange combination...
The perfect mix of sweet and fun)

xx

just add jam and cream

I know what you're thinking...

Something like 
"Andie, where have you been? It's been so long since we heard from you"

Or 
"I've missed your oh-so-inspirational words of wisdom... why haven't you been writing more regularly"

Or perhaps more likely 
"What is the recipe for the scones you made on the weekend and posted on Instagram?"

Since I'm the girl who adds easy things like 'Write to do list' on my To Do list just so I can tick it off, it will come as no surprise that I'm going to tackle that last question first. 

Not just because it's the easy one.. But also because these scones were delicious and I am a caring/sharing kind of girl.

W I N T E R   I S   P E R F E C T   S C O N E   S E A S O N



Scones were my Nan's speciality;

And being the anniversary of her death last week, I was feeling nostalgic.(I can still hear her voice in my head when I work the mix by hand - "GENTLE!")
But I have misplaced the handwritten recipe she gave me many years ago.

Every recipe I found on Google 
(from taste.com.au, Donna Hay and all the other usual suspects) 
required butter, but I knew butter wasn't an ingredient in Nan's scones.
Then I looked up the good ol' Country Women's Association recipe.

VOILÀ!

Four ingredients and so damn simple!

3 cups of self-raising flour
1/2 cup of cream
between 1 and 1 1/2 cups of milk (add a cup first and see how your dough forms)
a pinch of salt

In a large mixing bowl, cut the cream and milk into the flour and work (GENTLY!) into a dough;
Place onto a floured surface and cut out scone rounds;
Brush the tops with milk;
Bake for 10-12 minutes in a hot oven (220-230C).
Serve warm with jam and cream.

xx