Welcome once again to Whimsical Wednesdays where I unashamedly indulge myself…I do hope you enjoy my meanderings today….Come with me and let’s begin…These posts are never planned… if I come across anything which I love or which tugs at my heartstrings then I save it for Whimsical Wednesdays… the rest just happens …It is wherever my thoughts take me at that time…Mainly they are random and unplanned…I mean they are the best thoughts…Enjoy! xxx
December 5th, 1791…Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart sadly died but what a legacy he left…His music has lived on…
I could sit and listen to this for hours…Both soothing and invigorating…
Did you know? There are two islands named Christmas Island one in the Pacific Ocean and the other in the Indian Ocean.
Also, the Rubiks Cube was the highest-selling Christmas toy in 1980 when it sold for $1.99 and today it retails for $10…
John Rieber never ceases to amaze or shock me sometimes with the weird and wacky finds he writes about…This is no different…Would you eat it?
I would… Doesn’t it look realistic though?
Time for a story…
This is a continuation of a short story started by author Steph Richmond with the offer to contribute …intrigued I took her up on this offer so as you will see I write the occasional chapter…Will this be finished who knows.?.. The girl as yet doesn’t have a name just an unknown past…Enjoy!
The Charade – Chapter 14
by S C Richmond
She walked into the poorest part of town, feeling completely overdressed in her new outfit, it was late afternoon and she thought that if 23, Coal Street was Georges address that they could go out for a drink. She hoped he could tell her more about her family, he obviously knew something of her history.
She walked along Coal Street and watched the numbers 17, 19, 21, then there it was number 23, her heart quickened, she hoped he wouldn’t be upset to see her here. She looked around her, the street was eerily quiet, she turned and tapped hesitantly on the door.
She thought she heard some movement and then nothing, no one came to the door and now there was only silence. She hadn’t walked all of this way to just turn and go home again, she looked into the window, it was a little grimy so she rubbed her hand against the pane and peered in. It was a dark small room with an old painting on the wall opposite but there was no sign of anyone at home.
“Oy!” Came a voice from behind her. “What do you think you’re doing? There’s nothing worth pinching there.” She turned and saw the voice had come from a burly man with a full bushy beard and a shirt open to his waist.
“I’m sorry, I was looking for George.”
“Well he’s in, I saw him not more than an hour ago. Maybe you should knock again rather than peering through people’s windows.” He tutted and walked away.
She did as he suggested and knocked again, still nothing. She started to worry, what if he was ill and couldn’t get to the door or something had happened to him, she had to get into the house.
She followed the path that led to the back of the house, it went under a covered area by the side of a house and at the end of it was a tall gate that she knew would lead to the garden and outhouses. She pushed the gate and it swung open she turned right and counted three houses down, that was the back of George’s house, she hoped no one noticed her as she walked towards it.
She stood looking at the house from the back, then approached the window to take a look inside, this time she checked that no one was watching her, they weren’t. She put her eye to the glass and immediately ducked back down below the window level. It couldn’t be right, could it? Carl was in the kitchen with George, he had been stood over the old man. What was Carl doing here?
Their voices were too low, she couldn’t hear anything they were saying, she moved towards the door and quietly tried the handle, it was open. She slipped inside silently and found herself in a little hallway that obviously led into the kitchen, there was a larder to her left and the kitchen to her right. She didn’t move, from here she could catch snippets of the conversation and she heard her name mentioned more than once and the name of someone called William, she kept listening.
“You shouldn’t have said anything George, you always have to cause trouble don’t you,”
“She has a right to know, what business is it of yours anyway?”
“William has told me to get that necklace, she has no idea what it is nor it’s value.”
“Leave her alone Carl, I won’t help you, she’s a nice girl. Just leave her alone.”
She heard a thump, and then a door banging. Someone had left the room. She didn’t know what to do next.
Did you know? Neither did I…Each year on December 4th, National Dice Day recognizes and ancient gaming tool. Many games incorporate dice as a way to add random challenges or obstacles to the objectives.
The origin of dice is uncertain. However, it is known that they have been around for thousands of years. At the Burnt City, an archaeological site in south-eastern Iran, the oldest known dice were excavated as part of a 5000-year-old backgammon set.
So come on hands up was it two dice hanging in the car or a nodding dog in the back window…???
For those of you who love a Cookie, it is also National Cookie Day…Please feel free to share your Christmas Cookie recipes…x
The English word “cookie” is derived from the Dutch word koekie meaning “little cake.”
My favourite…A bit too hard to choose really …as long as they don’t contain chocolate I love them…Don’t get me wrong I love chocolate just not in cookies…
These biscuits are really easy to make and very moreish..
I don’t make biscuits very often..almost never but once a packet of food is opened here because of the humidity it doesn’t last long it either goes off or the ants take residence. I was guided by the desiccated coconut and the golden syrup which was a gift from afar… aka visitors and the rolled oats which I mistakenly bought instead of the porridge oats.
These cookies are my basic recipe but of course, you can add anything sultanas, chocolate whatever takes your fancy…
- 150 gm rolled oats
- 100 gm plain flour
- 100 gm light brown sugar( I used raw sugar)
- 100 gm desiccated coconut
- 100 gm butter
- 2 tbsp golden syrup
- 1/2 tsp of bicarbonate of soda
- 2 tbsp of boiling water.
Set oven to heat at 175 C, gas mark 4.
Line a baking tray with parchment paper. Combine the sugar, flour, coconut and oats mix to combine well.
In a small pan add the butter and golden syrup and melt the butter. meanwhile, bring the kettle to the boil and add two tbsp of boiling water to the bicarbonate of soda in a small cup. Add this to the melted butter/syrup mix. It will foam a little.
Make a well in the centre of your dry mix and pour in the melted butter/syrup mix. Stir to thoroughly combine and it will form a slightly sticky dough.
Roll out balls and put on a baking tray leaving a space as they will spread on cooking ( the mix made 15 balls) Slightly flatten with your hand.
Put in the preheated oven and cook for 15-20 minutes, remove from the oven and cool on a wire rack.
THE BISCUITS WILL BE SOFT TO THE TOUCH BUT WILL HARDEN ON COOLING.
Don’t make the mistake I made when I first made them and thought they weren’t cooked and gave them another 10 minutes.
They were a tad harder than required when they cooled down…haha…I could build a wall with them…Opppps
Time for a tune…
They are definitely getting more Christmassy…Yeah!
||MERRY XMAS EVERYBODY
||LONELY THIS CHRISTMAS
||WHEN A CHILD IS BORN (SOLEADO)
||MULL OF KINTYRE/GIRLS’ SCHOOL
||MARY’S BOY CHILD – OH MY LORD
||ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL (PART 2)
Oh dear…Time to close my eyes and just pick one…I love all of these…Just check out the haircut…A Mullett is what we called it…
Which brings me nicely (in the absence) of Christmas Jumpers…Yep…I am not letting it go I still would like to see your Christmas Jumpers or hats in the meantime…
Haircuts..fads and fashions over the years…Here is me way back in 1980…
Sporting the Lady Di hairstyle…very pink for some reason…
Poems I probably wouldn’t be any good at writing one…I might receive the crown for the worst poem …haha…But since I have been blogging I have read a few poems and discovered that I quite like some poems…This particular one written and spoken by Ellen Best is very pertinent for this time of year …The time of year coming brings much joy and hope to many people but it also brings sadness… and sorrow to many as well…
It is certainly the season of very many mixed emotions and I think we need to take more care if our emotions are of the joyous kind..and there is naught wrong with that…
We need to be mindful of those for whom the Chrismas season is tinged with sadness and despair if we can help with a smile, a touch of the shoulder or a hug… a gift of mince pies, a hot dinner, a sleeping bag we should…Chrismas, after all, is a time for Loving and giving…x
I give you...Charlie A poem At Christmas by Ellen Best…
That’s all from me today on Whimsical Wednesday… I hope you have enjoyed reading this post…xx
About Carol Taylor
Enjoying life in The Land Of Smiles I am having so much fun researching, finding new, authentic recipes both Thai and International to share with you. New recipes gleaned from those who I have met on my travels or are just passing through and stopped for a while. I hope you enjoy them.
I love shopping at the local markets, finding fresh, natural ingredients, new strange fruits and vegetable ones I have never seen or cooked with. I am generally the only European person and attract much attention and I love to try what I am offered and when I smile and say Aroy or Saab as it is here in the north I am met with much smiling.
Some of my recipes may not be in line with traditional ingredients and methods of cooking but are recipes I know and have become to love and maybe if you dare to try you will too. You will always get more than just a recipe from me as I love to research and find out what other properties the ingredients I use contain to improve our health and wellbeing.
The environment is also something I am passionate about and there are now regular columns on my blog this year. It is important that we are mindful of the world we live in…
Exciting for me hence the title of my blog, Retired No One Told Me! I am having a wonderful ride and don’t want to get off, so if you wish to follow me on my adventures, then welcome! I hope you enjoy the ride also and if it encourages you to take a step into the unknown or untried, you know you want to…….Then, I will be happy!
Thank you once again for reading this post I hope you all have a creative week ahead xx