Do the hokey pokey

Just in the door from a long overdue trip north to Ramelton to visit my very good friend, Dinners.

All the chats, great food and drink and while the kids and menfolk surfed on Saturday, Dinners and I took to a beachside sauna and had a dip at Dooey Strand. Yes I was in the Atlantic Ocean on 2nd November. For about 30 seconds.

Wild Atlantic Sauna Dooey.

The proliferation of saunas beside beaches, lakes and rivers in Ireland is a welcome development. I think swapping catholic guilt and prudery for more saunas is a most excellent bargain. Himself and I thoroughly enjoyed our sauna on Ceann Trá (Ventry) in the wind and the rain last summer. I’ve also been to one beside the Boyne with friends a few years ago although Himself finds the idea of dipping in the Boyne a bit ick. This from the person who lept into the Seine near Fontainebleau a couple of summers ago. I did too, let’s be clear. One of the nicest swims I ever had after a day full of car and a very heated tent erection.

While we were away (Himself, me and Nipper 3.0) Nipper 2.0 had a “gaff” which is contemporary slang for a party. We returned to many empties but an intact house otherwise.

So a great weekend was had by all. I brought biscuits and cake with me (of course). A lemon poppyseed cake from Nigella’s Domestic Goddess book. I also brought these hokey pokey biscuits. The recipe is from a book called Edmond’s Cookery Book which is the equivalent of a Delia or a Darina cookery book for New Zealanders and was indeed sent to us as a wedding present by another friend named Linda from New Zealand. Hokey Pokey is what they call honeycomb toffee (the inside of a crunchy bar) in New Zealand. These are a cinch but do wait until the sugar/ butter mix has cooled down to start rolling out the balls.

Dinners texted me when we returned and asked me for the recipe so I thought you might enjoy it too.

HOKEY POKEY BISCUITS

  • 125 g butter
  • ½ cup sugar 110g.
  • 1 tablespoon golden syrup or treacle
  • 1 tablespoon milk
  • 1.5 cups / 240g plain flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda (bread soda)
  1. Combine butter, sugar, golden syrup and milk in a saucepan.
  2. Heat until butter is melted and mixture nearly boiling, stirring constantly.
  3. Remove from heat and allow mixture to cool to lukewarm.
  4. Heat oven to 180degC.
  5. Sift flour and baking soda together.
  6. Add to the cooled mixture. Stir well.
  7. Roll tablespoonsful of mixture (25g) into balls and place on ungreased oven trays.
  8. Flatten with a floured fork.
  9. Bake at 180°C for 15 to 20 minutes or until golden brown.

Makes 22.

On the way home

Everyday I get stopped at the lights on Sally’s Bridge. It’s just not possible to get from the set on Donore Ave through to the set Sally’s Bridge. So I take a pic with my phone camera. It’s only 2.0mps so the quality is not great but this set of photos taken since January prove one thing. It doesn’t always rain in Ireland. In fact I have rarely cycled in the rain in the last three months.

A wee while

So it’s been a wee while since I’ve blogged. I have been “touring … man” around Scottish with a gropu (one of them took exception to the collective noun bunch) of poets, musicians and singers. Okay well two poets, a uileann piper and a singer. Very inspiring altogether.

Finally made it back to Scotland after all this time. Will be uploading the pics in work soon so will post the URL then.

Before I went away we had loads of visitors. K and P were over from Wales (well on their way home to Wales actually after visiting her mammy [insert German equivalent]) Fair play to K for handing in her PhD – only the reaaaaallllly nerve wracking bit to go.

Then for five days we had the Talled and Tanned One and some fella she picked up while surfing. We had a good laugh that weekend – lots of nice food and chats. Prof GF also made it home for a flying visit. I reckon she particularly wanted to catch Bingus’ play before it finished.

Which reminds me that the last time I saw him was when I was in the airport, hanging around waiting for the final member of our touring party who never showed up! I couldn’t believe it! The absence of the piper as opposed to the presence of the clown. Amazingly I also met Bean Mhic Ginnea and her hubby off for hols in Italy – nach meanair d�ibh!

So it’s exam time: good luck vibes to the Foxrocky Lady and Jabs. And I think the Prof also may have some but who knows…

Holiers

Fuair mé na sonraí ar ár deireadh seachtaine fada sna Beanna Beola. Beidh sé deacair ach tá mé ag sil go mór leis. Beidh orm tús a chur leis an gcleachtadh agus briseadh mo bhutaisí nua.

Chomh maith le sin chuir mo bhuachaill álainn ár dticéid in áireamh do Nua Eabhrac. Ag súil go mór, mór leis. EUR420.00 don dhá ticéid. First class there and back. Hoo fucking rah!