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I wanted to share this as it’s pretty much fool proof – I made them yesterday for the first time and they were quick and simple.  Plus they tasted great 🙂


500g self raising flour

2 teaspoons baking powder

100g butter @ room temp

1 pinch salt

1 cup milk, soured with a squeeze of lemon (or alternatively 1 cup buttermilk)

Method:  Preheat oven to 230 degrees Celsius, and butter a cookie sheet.  Mix dry ingredients in a food processor until it resembles breadcrumbs.  (I don’t have a food processor so I just used my blender, did it in two lots so as to not burn out the motor, and this worked fine.)  Put into a bowl and quickly mix in the milk.  Turn out onto a floured board and gently pat out to about 3cms high.  Cut into squares or circles and arrange closely together on buttered cookie sheet.  Cook for 12-15 minutes.  Serve with jam and whipped cream while hot – delicious 🙂

The thing I like about this recipe is that there’s none of that tedious ‘rubbing in’ crap that so many recipes have, and the scones taste just like Gran’s used to.  So good.  My mother loved them, and she’s a harsh critic.  (More on that in another post.)


This has been a good weekend.  We had my brother and his fiancee over to dinner last night, to celebrate his birthday.  We’d normally go to Mum and J’s place, but they’re over east, and as my brother’s only sibling I felt like it would be nice if I did something.  So C and I spent all day cleaning, I cooked roast beef and vegies, and it all went so well they didn’t leave until 1am!  C and I were zonked!  But it was a great night, and my brother appreciated it, which was lovely 🙂

As a result of such a busy day and late night, I spent most of today sleeping – I was just shattered.  I had two naps, both about three hours long, and I only felt normal when I woke up from the second nap at about 6pm tonight.  And I won’t have any problems sleeping tonight, either.  Being tired is the key trigger for my depression, and I’ve learned that ridiculous amounts of sleep for normal people are sometimes necessary for me to keep functioning.

And tonight, after dinner, C asked me if I’d like to go down south next week, for five nights.  (We have a week of leave but we hadn’t made any specific plans for it.)  Of course I said yes, so he booked it online.  We’re going to a place called Harmony Forest in Margaret River, which is beautiful and isolated.  We actually got married there so it has lots of good memories for us both 🙂  So that will make our week off work extra special.  I’m looking forward to it already.

I just realised tonight that I have the BEST life.

I have a husband who, despite my many obvious (and not-so-obvious) failings, adores me.  I asked him last week if we could have my grandmother’s piano.  We would need to sell our substantial buffet, which stores heaps of stuff, to be able to have it.  He said to me, ‘If you want the piano, you can have the piano’.  On top of that, our relationship is based on mutual trust and respect for each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

I have friends who love me for whom I am – even when that means easily tired, grumpy, and self-absorbed.

I have family who would walk over fire for me.  My brother is somebody who I know will always be there if I need him.  My mother loves me too, as does my stepfather (bless him!).  My stepfather’s kids are also fantastic – all five of them.

I have a job which is interesting, challenging, and provides me with coworkers who are funny, intelligent, and great company.

My mental illness is currently in remission, and has been since the beginning of this year.

I have a GP who is great, and an absolutely wonderful psychiatrist.  This may not sound like much, but trust me, good medical assistance is worth its weight in platinum.

I am lucky enough to have a life partner who shares my dreams, hopes, values, and who thinks uncannily like I do.

I am so very lucky.