Flap-Jacks

Just a little recipe from me to you. :) I make these a lot and they taste really nice!

175g of Porridge oats
1 Tablespoon of Golden Syrup
75g of Butter {or Margarine}
50-75g of Brown Sugar {The past two times I've made it, I used Caster Sugar and it tastes just as nice!}

1. Turn the oven on at 180 Celcius/350F/Gas mark 4
2. Put the Butter, sugar and golden syrup into a saucepan and stir over a low heat until ingredients have melted. {Alternatively, you can put the butter, sugar and golden syrup into the microwave and melt until the butter is liquid, then stir everything in. Tastes just as good, and easier}
3. Add the porridge oats and stir in thoroughly until the oats are completely coated in the mixture.
4. Press into a well greased tin. Do not cut at this stage.
5. Leave in for max 25 minutes. Depending on your oven, they could even be ready fifteen minutes after they've been put in. In otherwords, check regularly.
6. Once they are a golden-brown colour, you can take them out of the oven, and cut into strips/squares. Then leave to cool.
7. Enjoy!

 

Nine Eleven.

For English class two days ago {Friday} we had to write a 'fake' account of 9/11 through the eyes of a New Yorker. I haven't {obviously} handed mine in yet, so I'm not going to post the whole thing, but I'll like to offer you a few paragraphs to acknowledge this awful day.


I was there, laughing and pointing to the sky. 
 "What's the plane doing?" I asked as I tugged at my mother's sleeve. She was too engaged in her work to hear or notice me. My giggles turned silent and my eyes grew wide with fear as the first scream sounded from not so far away. 
 "What's ha-" I began, but my mother lifted {more like grabbed} my five-year-old-self off the floor and ran over to the door.
 She swore under her breath. The door was locked. She always kept it locked during the day as she hated it when her co-workers came in when she was trying to work.
  She fumbled with her keys; they all looked much the same.
  When she finally had the right key in, she pushed the door open and ran out into the corridor.
  Books pens, papers and more were left on the floor where people had abandoned their things and fled. My mother tried to dodge these and make it through the corridor - but it was a difficult task with me - literally - on her back.
 A huge tremor shook the building. Dust from the ceiling showered us. More screams. I could hear sirens now. 
 Lots, and lots of sirens. 




So, of course that isn't all of it. So, once I hand the essay/story in, would you like me to post the rest? I kind of like how it's going, and am thinking of making a mini-novel of it. A lot of editing is required though. Anyway.
 I find it hard to believe I was alive back then. That ten years ago, I was just a little kid throwing teddies around the room whilst others grieved and disaster struck. Whilst George Bush stood there with a blank expression on his face. America is under attack. I laughed, and played with my sister. I know, 9/11 is so talked about; some even say it's 'over-rated' but it's kind of hard to get your head around. How did these people commit such a crime?
 I will never know.


Keep Safe
      Maeve

What a week!

I'm officially in secondry school. I'm going to give what I post like a teensy face-lift in a little while. But for now I'm busy and tired. I don't really know anyone in my school yet {only 2 that I'm so far friends with, and one other girl I would LOVE to be friends with but haven't spoken to yet} so it is a bit weird not talking to people so much, but my goal for tomorrow is to make 1 new friend. :) I'm sorry about how utterly rubbish this post is, and how utterly rubbish my most recent posts {that I've written} are. But as I said before, I'll give them a facelift very, very soon!

Guest Post by: Zaidia Black

(Posted late, blogger was messing up!)
(A guest post by Zaidia!)
Hello all, my name is Z A I D I A. I'm here to guest post to you on this lovely day (hey, don't blame me if you look outside and its raining.) all about HENNA!
I know what your thinking... "Henna? What the heck is henna?" You might ask. Well, check out this wiki.
I'lm going to give you a quick description of what it is though, so your not reading that whole darn wiki! It is a plant that flowers and it is used to make henna hair dye and henna paste for temporary tattoos. That's what I'm here to talk about. You see, I went to this campping thing and they offered Henna there so I did some on my hand. It only lasts a week or 2, and sometimes a couple days. I would love nothing more than to show you mine, but sadly, I have lost the picture(s) of it. So, I now present to you, *drum roll, if it please yeah, majesty* Random Henna Pictures I Found On Google!

But First, I assure you, my Henna was no way near this cool:

You see, mine was natural stuff, but I think this is the Black Henna.

Bet you didn't know that there is Henna hair dye! Well, now you do.. because I told you. Oh, and this is my first ever guest post. I am so wonderful at this you're blown away by it, corectomundo? No? Ah, well. Good day, my dear followers that aren't mine!

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Hello, as I might have mentioned above My name's Zaidia Black. I'm a young, aspiring, writer, a tree climber, a drawer and much more than this blog post gives me to tell you.

Want to follow my epic, blog in construion? Well, dear person, you can do that right here:
http://www.jeniqua.blogspot.com

Guest Post By: Britt Banyon

Hello all you awesome people!

I'm Britt Banyon, and today I shall be guest posting for the ever-lovely Maeve. 

Now you should know that this is my first time guest posting, so please excuse me if this post is suckish. I'm sure I'll improve with experience. ;)

 I volunteered to guest post here at the beginning of August, but it took me until about last week to figure out what I wanted to post about. I realized it should be about me, but not some boring biography type thing. I wouldn't want to bore you. So I decided to talk about one of the many things that inspires me. And for this particular post, I chose eyes. 

Yes, eyes. I know, strange. But they really do inspire me.

  I think the main reason is because that there are no two pairs alike. 

                     

They're all beautiful, and unique.

They all reflect your personality.

They all tell a story.

They all seep with emotion. 

They all inspire me. 

They always have.

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Visit my blog!

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Follow my blog!

(No pressure. :)