There are times when you work and times when you say stuff it and go bake a cake!
This is a cake that is better when eaten a day after it has been cooked, not suitable for those with nut allergies. Top with any icing that you like, lemon, or cream cheese, orange, all go well. The secret ingredient? Peanut Oil.
1 cup raw sugar
3/4 cup peanut oil
1-2 cups wholemeal flour–add until consistency is correct for cake batter, will be firm
1/2 cup chopped macadamia nuts
1 and 1/2 cups of grated carrot, younger carrots make better cake as older ones get woody
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon soda bicarbonate
1 teaspoon cinnamon
Mix sugar and oil. I beat with wooden spoon makes a better texture
Add carrot mix well then add nuts
Add soda bi carbonate, baking powder and cinnamon
Fold in flour
Bake at 350c 45 minutes or until wooden skewer comes out clean
Often when movies are taken from comic books, a premise that might have appealed initially can start to show it’s age and the resulting story is usually short on plot and exploding with cgi–both good and bad. Green Lantern, while falling down in some areas, manages to excel in others.
Starring a well muscled Ryan Reynolds who is now the new IT boy for Hollywood and a competent, now arrived Blake Lively doing the obligatory pretty faces thing. As usual the scriptwriters mistook borderline sociopath for careless thrill seeker and if not for the intervention of the mystical ring we would be seeing the hero headlining the most wanted list of the FBI.
The shallow characterisations do not end there, with a woefully underused Peter Sarsgaard, an almost irrelevant Tim Robbins, and cartoon like Jay O. Saunders. Mark Strong did what he could with a wooden Sinestro but if the story relied upon character alone it would not be worth the ticket price. However, Green Lantern is saved by two strong factors, one is the premise behind the power of the ring, it is an intelligent concept and while touched upon briefly engages enough to keep you watching. The other is the CGI–this is outstanding and makes for some exciting and fun viewing.
Ryan is allowed a few snatches of humour–reminding us that despite the muscles he does comedy ever so much better, Blake is allowed a few snatches of feisty which she does without snide, showing that the girl has talents hiding there. The story was too big for the movie and in reducing character it took from the plot which unfortunately gave the same old, same old of the superhero glut hitting the screens.
7/10 Saved by CGI
There are many types of mastiffs in the dog world, from the well known St. Bernard, Great Pyrenean, English, Neopolitan, to my brilliant Dogue de Bordeaux, otherwise known as the French mastiff.
As I have pointed out in an earlier post, my Dogue is so clever that she could make better commercials than the idiots who tried the EFTPOS scare campaign. I don’t know when the world became so afraid of germs because if they believed what the TV tells them then no one would ever eat at Maccas again.
My Dogue, never one to let a poor advert pass, farted quite loudly during a dettol commercial which then brought my attention to the fact that this abomination of idiocy was in fact a precursor and perhaps created by the same idiot to the EFTPOS deal. In breakdown the commercial has the usual hygiene paranoid mother calling suspiciously dirty children in to clean their hands. They use of course the new product–The Dettol no touch dispenser. According to the voice over it can eliminate the millions of germs hands can pick up in a day.
The idea is that the next person using the dispenser will not pick up germs transferred by person one. The obvious elephant in the room is that no one addresses the fact that you are actually washing your hands–any germs will soon be dispensed by that somewhat cheap and easy product–the running water. There is a case for leaving the tiny pump top clean of any debris from childish dirt but then again if you use the same towel to dry your hands say goodbye to any hygiene.
I can assure you that my scorn was well reflected in the sarcastic drool my Bordeaux, for even a gentle mastiff as her suffers fools lightly. Any comments can be made care of Scharnelle but I’m not to sure if she will deign to respond.