And it is fluffy, gooey, light, rich, and there is not a huge amount of sugar either.
The pastry crumbles and flakes like no other gluten free pastry (usually) does.
There is a thin crust on top, waiting to be broken into.
This is perfection.
(really easy, one hour in all, one bowl, one grater, one spoon, one fork perfection.)
For the crust:
1/2 cup dairy free butter substitute (preferably salted)
1 cup SELF RAISING (very important) gluten free flour blend
1/4 cup icing sugar
For the filling
2 oranges (or 2 lemons, if lemons use 1/4 cup more sugar)
125g dark chocolate
1 teaspoon of baking powder (also very important)
3 tablespoons of flour
Begin by preheating your oven to 180c, 350f, whichever term you like to stick with.
Mix all the crust ingredients together. I tried using a spoon, but as always happens when I bake pastry, it failed and my hands were in there within the minute.
Press the dough extremely thinly onto the sides and base of your pie dish (if you have some left over, DON’T add it in. you should be able to see the base of the dish through the crust.
Bake that in the oven for 20 minutes, until golden brown.
So then, when the crust is baking, beat all the eggs together in the base of the bowl (preferably the same, to save on washing)
Melt the chocolate in whatever way is most suited to you then add it to the eggs, whisking thoroughly. If you dont whisk the chocolate into the eggs it solidifies into a lump at the bottom of the bowl which is a bit of a nuisance.
Zest both of the oranges, and juice ONE of them. if you juice two it will me more gooey than it already is.
Add that, along with the baking powder and flour.
Pour this gloopy, eggy mixture into the freshly baked pie crust.
Bake for 35 minutes, then take out and let cool in the fridge for 10.
Mine was very sloppy at first but hardened nicely to a brownie/moose texture
I found it! at last!
So here are some photos of my henna.
I haven’t got around to photographing my latest crafts yet… but I will do so today.
This Is some henna I did on my leg
And on my foot:
They had faded a bit at this stage
I know I have posted about music quite a bit before. But what is up with music at the moment. It is like modern music has gone on a general downfall since the 60s. It depends on what you consider good. But, when I look at the charts today, the only conclusion I can make is that the music buyers of today have lost all taste in what can in any way be considered music.
Ok. I know I have my own taste in music, and lots of people love chart music (obviously). Well, I suppose that once in a blue moon something, just something slightly decent with some sort of musicality or talent involved in writing it may sneak it’s way to somewhere on that list of total rubbish. But only sometimes.
I just don’t understand how anyone could find that mulched up, electronic, auto-tuned, ear-splitting mess of random yet horribly predictable and stereotypical notes in any way satisfying to our wonderful hearing instruments.
I wonder if I am one of the only people of my generation that actually is moved by music, music just makes me cry, laugh, dance and sing all at once. I often do that. Sometimes the music actually physically hurts me, it is so beautiful. I don’t quite know what makes me react in such a way, but it is usually a certain chord, or a bass line, or some sort of harmony. Sometimes just the song is enough to do that for me.
I just wish, with all my heart, that maybe, possibly, sometime, I may be able to see that the majority of the population is listening to some sort of tune. But even when you look at chart music from 2005, it will have a little more musicality that the music of now. and if you look at the mid 90’s, there is a lot more. and it just keeps getting better, however far you go back. Who knows. maybe early bacteria made exceedingly beautiful music.
I simply don’t know. I have searched and searched to no avail. I know, I could use another camera. Except for the slight issue that our other camera ALSO uses that lead. Where it has gone I do not know.
So. Today I took part in a poetry competition. Nobody in my school got into the semi finals. I was delighted that I wouldn’t have to go ahead again and miss another double art class. And I practically starved, since it went way overtime and I couldn’t eat any food in the cafe apart from an apple.
So. My Halloween costume. I am going to be a dryad (a tree nymph, for those of you who do not know greek or roman terminology) and I am making it out of a top and a dress with leaves hot glued on. I will also paint my face green so that i am a little more… foresty.
I am still at a loss as to the location of the camera lead.
As soon as I find it I will post about all my crafty stuff!
I have loads of henna tattoos, a Celtic brooch, a woolen cloak and loads more to show you.
Oh my. I am so sorry. I only realized that I have not posted in ages and ages. I have no way of getting photos onto the computer at the moment, and I’m working on that one all the time. I think I will bake tonight, as long as the huge amount of science homework given to me earlier does not hold me back from my urgent need to whip up a batch of muffins.
I’m enjoying school so much. Its probably a bad thing, but every day I get to school half an hour earlier than I need to just because I want to get in there. I just hate that even after seven and a half hours in school every day, you STILL need to do an hours homework.
Don’t they teach things well enough in school? I mean, I kind of understand the logic of it a little, but the amount they give is just blatantly stupid. Can’t kids have their own lives without every waking hour spent either eating or doing work? How are we supposed to have hobbies, be artistic, or get out in the woods to spend some time with the earth, when we are stuck inside all evening doing sums that will most likely never help us? I mean. How many years have I spent out of school, doing all the things children should, having fun and not caring about anything, and creating memories that I will cherish for the rest of my life? And how am I doing in school, with eight years of total unschooling in my belt?
Great. I’m at the same level as all the other people in my year. which is a ridiculously small amount. I can do all the subjects with no trouble, apart from Irish, because if my parents ever tried to teach me my own language, after a week I would suffer from an educational lapse and suddenly decide that doing a project on Siberian Lynxes would be a much better way to pass the time.
That’s what happened every year, when before all the other kids went back to school, my mother would say:
“Ok. this year we are actually going to sit down and do some work.”
And every year, it would be halted by my sister and I, pleading that learning is all just a bit of a bore, and yes, we would like to go to the park instead. So that’s what happened. I really did have a great time.