The rise of Scones

It’s been a while since I last posted.

In the mean time some extrodianry things have happened. I have taken my first steps into adulthood, and bought a flat! A small, one bed, converted mill. Quiet and quaint, I have filled it successfuly with all the things I like. None of these things match, and look terrible all in a room together…but I like them!

I spent my first week living successfully as an adult, recycling, cleaning and making tomorrow’s lunch with my non-burnt dinner. So-much-so, that in the second week I decided to mix things up a bit. I decided to try and make some tasty food intentionally, by following a recipie. I decided upon scones.

A simple enough recipie, and super tasty!

I chose BBC good food’s classic scones, and a classic they are!

I started by adding 350gs of self rasing flour, salt and 1tsp of baking powder into a bowl, mixed it around, and then added 85gs of salted butter. I rubbed the butter in to the mixture, until it had made fine breadcrumbs.

I then put 175ml of milk into the mircrowave for about 30 seconds, once it had cooled a little I then added the juice of a whole lemon. I then added the milk to the mixture. Some of you beady eyed people would notice that I didn’t add the vanilla extract. I wish I had some really good foodie reason. I don’t. There wasn’t any at the corner shop I popped into to fulfill my whim’s wish of scones…

Once the milk and lemon were added, I bought the mixture together with a knife, it looks really runny at this stage, don’t panic! It’s supposed to be like that! After my slight panic, I put flour onto the work top and then worked the dough into a smooth ball, all bought together, and no longer wet.

I pat the dough into a round, about 4cms deep, not owning a cutter, I used a tumbler to cut my scones, once I had cut out about 11, I then popped them all into the oven for 10 mins at 220C.

A delicious treat to a busy day!

Angelica X

Eating Habits


Time to come clean. I am a vegetarian. I am also not a very good vegetarian. I hate mushrooms, olives and anything kinda new…I am particularly awful in a restaurant which does not serve pasta.

I became a vegetarian when I was 14 years old. I was never a big meat eater, and as an angsty teenager who, whilst stuck deep in the dark tunnel of adolescence thought that becoming a vegetarian was a natural step. So taking up the mantle from my other veggie friends, I become impassioned about animals, quit meat, and stuck animal rights stickers in loos at McDonalds!

However, as the years have gone on, I have started to think about my life choices, wondering about some habits which have stuck, others which have not. I am buying a flat, so the gym and lavish spending have gone out of the window. Kitting out my flat means that I have to save, and save hard. Meaning that vegetables are in, especially the ones I pick myself, and don’t have to pay for.

I have also started wondering about my vegetarianism, and the real reasons behind it. Is it because I am politically motivated, and want to continue boycotting meat, because I don’t agree with it? Maybe. I don’t like the idea of animals being killed that’s for sure. But I think it’s more than that. And I think I’m ready to fully admit it…I am a vegetarian because I’m fussy. I don’t like food that looks funny, and I’m sorry to say it, but meat looks funny, along with mushrooms…

In an effort to tackle my new penniless state, I, as you already know, have taken up foraging. Admittedly, February is the worst month to take up this new hobby. But I also think this will be a good way for me to try new foods. Putting enough effort in, that if I don’t eat it I would feel guilty. In a way, emotionally bribing myself to try new things.

Now due to the slow nature of seasons, edible plants are currently thin on the ground…but once things pick up I will be keeping you updated with the new foods I’ve foraged, as well as the adventures with nature. I would like to end by making a bet. Before the year is out, I will have to blog about a spider landing on my hand whilst I pick berries.

Angelica X




The Foraging Newbie

This weekend, I went foraging. A phrase I never thought I would say, a little too Hunger Games for my liking. But moving house, and saving money has called for desperate times. So, with all the enthusiasm of a child in a maths lesson on a sunny day, I unearthed my Hunter wellies (which had not seen the light of day since summer festivals), grabbed my coat, and went out into the cold, wet, February morning.

I had in mind a recipe from Hogwash, Garlicy Nettle Pesto! Yum!

I needed;
250g  nettles
4 large garlic cloves, smashed
1/2 cup toasted pine nuts
1/2 teaspoon salt
Freshly ground pepper
1 tablespoon freshly squeezed lemon juice
1 1/4 cups extra virgin olive oil
1/3 cup grated Parmesan cheese

Most of which I didn’t have…error one. The second. I forgot my gloves…

1 hour and a half of heroic nettle harvesting, my hands KILLING, and quite frankly impressive scissor skills to pick the nettle, I had a full bag. That must be enough.

Sauntered back home, weighed it out, my efforts equated to 80g. Damn.

I replaced the remainder nettle with rocket, fingers crossed it would actually work, and it did! A pesto and cheese toasty later I was very pleased with my first ever home-made pesto! I wasn’t until 7.30pm, that I realised I forgot the garlic…I’m well good at cooking.

I added the garlic the next day, not that it needed rescuing, and added it to a pasta bake, one of the nicest meals I’ve had to date.

With my foraging days just begun, I am very much looking forward to the weather getting warmer, and making many more yummy treats.

Angelica X

The Vintage Storm

Last night, whilst catching up on the BBC’s adaptation of ‘Partners in Crime’ I found that I was coveting Tuppence Beresford’s (Jessica Raine) outfit. The combination of a woollen tartan box coat, mustard hat and cardigan, and those wonderful 1950’s cigarette trousers. A perfect outfit for the troublesome, nosey, and wannabe spy Tuppence. When making a mental note to cobble up a similar outfit, I got to wondering why vintage clothing is so popular.

I am always a fan of a good collar, preferably laced. When looking for a ball gown, I was more inclined to the vintage styles, simply for their ease and elegance. Something I personally feel many affordable modern gowns are lacking. Accentuating the waist is a must. Clothing for me has always been a reflection of my mood, and the different eras, and histories behind them mirror the type of mood I am in. Are we more in tune with the mood and movements of an era, rather than just the fashions themselves?


The Roaring 20’s has always been held as the beginning point for vintage fashion. Coco Chanel helped to revolutionise fashion of the 20’s, reinforcing the idea that women were capable of much more than wives. She paved the way for comfortable, loose fitting clothes, even fashioning a line of sportswear dedicated to women. The Jazz Age was an exciting and invigorating era for women, no longer held back in the home. ‘The new breed of women’ or flappers were showing off their knees, cutting their hair into bobs, and showing disdain for any respectable behaviour. This was a time of glamour, riches, and a new sense of freedom. A time, which in this economically restricting present are gazed upon with a warm sense of nostalgia.


With the War over, and rations being lifted fashion took on a whole new turn. Fabric was more readily available, creating the big blooms and wonderful skirts so synonymous with the era. The fifties were all about showing your neighbour that you could afford the very best after the constraints of the war. The typical tiny waist and conformity of body shapes to fit the fashions began in the 1950’s, with the perfect hour glass figure taking precedence. Yet, with these conformities, individuality was still celebrated; as long as one stayed within societies standards. This showing off defined this era. The fifties glamour is still on display today, not only with Rockability, but also in high end fashion, most notably Louis Vuitton’s 2010-2011 winter collection.


The fifties encouraged individuality, and the Swinging Sixties fully embraced it! Hemlines grew shorter, and many items of clothing could be mixed and matched with different outfits. Daring colours continued to be used; and people started to move away from making their own clothes, and into buying them, ready to wear. The 60’s individualism also reflected the social changes of the time, becoming more flirty and exciting. Needless to say, the social movements of the 60’s still have a massive impact on what we wear today, and how far we can push those hemlines.


The 80’s has forever become known as the reign of the shoulder pads. However through the expansion and globalisation of celebrity, fashion took on a whole new turn. Smaller subgroups, such as punks and yuppies, with their own distinctive identities became popular, with individualism at the very forefront. Much of the outlandish styles of the 80’s still hold sway over much of the fashion industry today, celebrities like Madonna, Rhianna, Lady Gaga and many more using this individual basis to stamp out a name for themselves.

In respect to today, the rise in vintage fashion may hold to the rose tinted view that these were better times for all. The Rockability chick and the hipster, cigarette in hand, are both looking towards the past, dazzled by the glamour each period promises.

Yet, with the emergence of fashion from these eras, each being promoted by the high end fashion houses, proves that the spirit of these times are far from dead. Invoked for public consumption when the time is right. Vintage fashion goes beyond this, it is the individual who is speaking out and declaring what they feel like wearing, away from what is expected from them, and in their own way keeping the flavour of their chosen era alive. How better to do this than through the living art of fashion!

Shakespeare is Dead


Imagine yourself an English teacher, and that time of year has arrived again. It’s time to teach Year 10 Shakespeare. You pull out Hamlet to a myriad of groans and protestations, ‘Oh, but Miss it’s like it’s written in another language’. How on earth do you teach a text which has already been decided against by 30 teenagers?! Why do young people hate Shakespeare so much?

As a youth, I myself was not a lover of Shakespeare. I struggled at school, didn’t push myself, and was more inclined to look out the window rather than at a book. Yet at the age of 25 I love Shakespeare. So what has changed? Studying English Literature at University helped! But that’s just not it. I remember one sunny day, I was finally moved away from the window, placed next to a boy I did not like. What could I do? How could I faff away another English lesson? We were studying Romeo and Juliet, looking in particular at Juliet’s famous ‘Romeo o’ Romeo, where for art thou Romeo’ speech. I chose not to study it, but rather to learn it, word for word, ignoring my ever persistent teacher. Sorry Mr. Walton. I had an under-lying love for Shakespeare which was brushed under the carpet to seem cool. Which is maybe why Shakespeare suffers so greatly, he’s just not cool.

Shakespeare is stereotypically seen as the preserve of the middle aged, middle class Telegraph readers who guffaw along at ever joke, and understand every nuance uttered by the actors. Or by second year University students, tired of drinking themselves into oblivion. They now seek some culture. They go, they pretend to understand everything that is going on, and leave feeling a little more enlightened, and a lot haughtier. I most certainly fit comfortably into that stereotype. This however does not leave any room for the curious teenager, it becomes a little too daunting for them, it just isn’t cool. How can we then aim Shakespeare to these folks, if that is what this Tory Government is so keen in doing?

And on to the stage may I introduce Benedict Cumberbatch, and Tom Hiddleston. These heart throbs, the Sherlock and the Demi-God. These two paragons of the teenage heart are also Hamlet and Coriolanus. I have heard a number of people, people who have never dreamed of watching a Shakespeare play, swear to me that they will line up around the block for a chance at getting a ticket. I myself have dedicated a whole morning to getting my own coveted ticket to see Benedict Cumberbatch live playing Hamlet. These actors, who are so in love with their profession are but a part of the key in reviving Shakespeare, bringing him to the forefront of society once again. Why? Because they are exciting. They play their characters so well, and no longer make it boring. Maxine Peake recently played Hamlet, she, and the rest of the cast revived new breath into their characters. Peake made Hamlet less of an unhinged loon, and more into a sad, lonely teenage boy, who felt that he had no friend in the world. In fact that whole production was a melting pot of teenage fury, easily understood by a teenage audience. As a viewer I could also tell that they loved playing their characters. Through this excitement felt by others we can make Shakespeare live again.

So, in parting I would like to say, I am a Shakespeare lover, and he is far from dead. Through Shakespeare’s wit, and other people’s passion each production has something different to give an audience. I will be seeing Hamlet again, now for the fourth time, so Benedict Cumberbatch, no pressure.

Knickers and Animal Warriors

What makes a warrior? In the olden days it was how hard you could hit another person with an axe. Today it is how brave you are, and how tirelessly you work to achieve your goal, whether this be over coming a personal difficulty, or seeing how many Maltesers you can fit in your mouth, we have made it relative. Which is why we must consider, if you are wearing a pair of animal print knickers, are you a warrior for animals? We usually associate animal activists as hardened protesters, the vegan shouting for the animal who has no voice, or those few who have the incredible opportunity to work on a conservation site for endangered animals. WWF, the tireless campaigner for endangered animals has made a huge impact on the numbers of many near extinct animals, raising money, and expertise on conservation work. They, it is safe to say, are animal warriors. But can I be an animal warrior from the comfort of my arm chair? I think so. Yes we can help to raise money by adopting a panda, but we could also talk about these animals, keep them from going extinct from the public’s consciousness. Truly Sopel, instead of sitting in front of the TV, has done this from behind her sewing machine by making frilly knickers. Not just any frilly knickers, but animal print ones. Her cats, from the fluffy moggy, through to the tiger and lion keep us remembering these animals, keeping them away from extinction in the public sphere. These knickers are not just adorable in themselves, but also transform us into an animal activist through association. My wolf nighty made by Truly, and so named, reminds me of the plight and heavy conservation work for wild wolves in America, they remind me that we need more continuity between humans and animals, because we do share this world with them, it’s not just ours. Truly’s range of animal wear represent the animals most dear to her, each depicting a creature that does need our help, and need to remain in the public’s consciousness or they will go extinct. One thing I do advise, when you buy a panda pant, or a cheetah crop top, look on the WWF website and understand what these animals are going through, feel the outrage, adopt, and become an animal warrior in your own right.