Saturday 13 August 2011

Chokeberry jam and… crepes! :)


When I was little , my mother frequently made crepes, and she taught me how to make them. They always seemed easy to make, so I was surprised to learn that some people think it is hard to make crepes. Crepes really aren't difficult to make. If you have a few ingredients and a small non-stick skillet, you can make them with not very much practice ;)

Ingredients
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon white sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
3 eggs
2 cups milk
2 tablespoons butter, melted



Sift together flour, sugar and salt; set aside. In a large bowl, beat eggs and milk together with an electric mixer. Beat in flour mixture until smooth; stir in melted butter. Heat a lightly oiled griddle or frying pan over medium high heat. Pour or scoop the batter onto the griddle, using approximately 2 tablespoons for each crepe. Tip and rotate pan to spread batter as thinly as possible. Brown on both sides and serve hot.





The easiest fillings for crepes are often the best ;) Sometimes even a bit of sugar sprinkled on a crepe is quite good. My favorite by far is jam and cinnamon -  preferably chokeberry  jam. Spread about one tablespoon of jam on a crepes, then roll it up.
A close second to jam is broccoli with cheese. I really like my green vegetarian crepes :P Mouth-watering ones ;P

All right. That’s all for now. I’ll be writing soon :)
Ania

Sunday 7 August 2011

The Trooper



I drew Eddie Hunter a few days ago ^^ Now he's above my bed. Next to Eddie from 'Killers' and Eddie from 'Piece of mind'. And... next to Eddie's head... It's hard to explain so I'd better stay quiet ;)  Ed 'The Trooper' is one of my favourites. Because of the beautiful British flague. And madness in his eyes. Eddie has got unmercyful look. I suppose ;) I simply adore him. The song is also amazing.
My red orange tea, too ;)


"The Trooper"

You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.

The Bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I plunge on into certain death.

The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall.

We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day.

We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below.

And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan.





PS I am working as a shop assistant helper ^^ It is not really ambitious job but it's all about earning money. Just a few weeks and just a few bucks. Nothing special.

PPS Sorry for so short note but I am very sleepy...  Very, very, very sleepy... I am almost sleeping during writing these words ;)

Take care,
Ania