Blueberry Cream Muffins

     Salutations, viewers.

     Today was not a day for "travels" and epic adventures; instead, I made muffins.  A nice alternative, what?

     Speaking of alternatives, I used the recipe found in Rocco Dispirito's cookbook:  Now Eat This! Diet.  I did not use all of his alternative ingredients, so I adapted the recipe with what I had on hand. 

Here's my adaptation --

• Nonstick cooking spray
• 2 cups plus 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
• 1 teaspoon baking powder
• 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
• 1/2 cup cane sugar
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 1/2 cup milk
• 1/2 cup unsweetened applesauce
• 2 tablespoons agave nectar
• 2 tablespoons canola oil
• 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
• 3 egg whites
• 4 ounces reduced fat Neufchatel cheese (this is basically the same thing as cream cheese), cut into small chunks
• 1 cup frozen blueberries

     Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.  Line a 12-cup muffin tin with paper baking cups, and lightly coat the cups with cooking spray.

     In a large mixing bowl, whisk together the dry ingredients.

     In a medium bowl, stir together the wet ingredients until well incorporated, then add the mixture to the dry ingredients and stir until well combined.  Fold in the cream cheese and blueberries.

     Spoon the mixture into the prepared muffin tin.  Bake until a toothpick inserted into the center of the muffins comes out clean, about 18-20 minutes.

 

     These muffins are not especially sweet, which suited me fine.  Like scones, or crumpets, not-so-sweet muffins go excellently with tea, which, as you see, I experienced myself.  I had a cup of blueberry tea, to go with my blueberry muffin.

 

     If you want these muffins to be sweeter, you can change the amount of sugar to 2/3 cup, or change the amount of agave to 1/4 cup.  Rocco DiSpirito's recipe called for 4 packets (about 4 grams) of powdered stevia, and 1/4 cup of agave.

Wales

     Hello again, viewers.

     Today's destination was Wales.  I'd been very much looking forward to this one.  I got a rather late start, and didn't experience any "Welsh-ness" until late afternoon. 

     I wore my green Celtic knot earrings for the occasion.

     After running some errands with my mum, we came home and made Welsh "rarebit", which, I understand, was meant to be a sort of imitation rabbit, in an ironical sort of way.  The dish consists of toasted bread covered in melted cheese, or béchamel sauce.  When served with tomato soup, this dish is called "blushing bunny".  The name amused my mum and I, and we decided to give it a try.  I picked out a nice loaf of bread, and an all-natural brand of tomato soup, and I made my first ever béchamel sauce.  And it was lovely, if I may say so.  What could be better than a sauce of butter and melted cheese?  I had read that in this Welsh dish, ale, and/or mustard is sometimes added, and we just so happened to have a piece of British cheddar with ale and stone-ground mustard.  We were very pleased with this dish.  It tasted rather like a grown-up version of the classic "grilled cheese with tomato soup."

 

     While I made it, I sang my favourite Welsh folk songs, Ar Lan Y Mor, Myfanwy, and Suo Gan.  The Welsh language is so lovely.

 

     After lunch, my mum and I watched The Englishman Who Went Up a Hill But Came Down a Mountain (1995), which is set in the fictional village of Ffynnon Garw ("Rough Fountain" or "Rough Spring").  It was filmed in Llanrhaeadr-ym-Mochnant and Llansilin in Mid Wales.  The story, which is set in 1917, revolves around two English cartographers, one of which is played by Hugh Grant.  They go to Ffynnon Garw to measure their "mountain" and discover that it is, in fact, only a hill, much to the outrage of the community, who are very proud of their mountain.  The townspeople band together, and resolve to add the 20 necessary feet of earth to the mountain top, to make it qualify as a true mountain, and, in a series of comic events, sabotage the Englishmen's attempts to leave until they've accomplished this task.

 

 

     Afterwards, my mum made a shepherd's pie (otherwise known as a cottage pie) - a savoury pie of meat and vegetables topped with a layer of mashed potatoes instead of a crust.  She used ground lamb, leeks, kale, mushrooms, and goat cheese.  She served pan-fried brussel sprouts on the side.  With my dinner, I had a cup of black tea.

          For dessert, I had a dish of fresh blackberries with sweet cream.  This was not listed among traditional Welsh cuisine, but I have read that they enjoy a variety of berries in Wales, and after a hearty supper, a dish of fresh berries was a pleasant after-note.

 

     Later in the evening, my mum and I watched I'll Be There (2003).  The exact location in Wales where the film is set and filmed was not specified, but wherever it was, it was lovely.  The film is about a teenage girl named Olivia (played by the vastly-talented Charlotte Church), who has an intense passion for singing, though her overly-protective mother discourages her from pursuing her musical dreams, and wishes for her to inherit her hair-cutting business.  Olivia discovers that her father is a Scottish rock star, who is unaware of her existence.  Having found out who he is, she decides to remedy this.

 

     I bought a 2013 calendar recently, which features pictures of castles from around the world.  The one I liked the most happened to be in Wales.  Here it is, the picturesque Penrhyn Castle.



     It also happens to be in Gwynedd, which is my favourite county in Wales.  A couple of years ago, I began writing a novel set in Wales, and in great detail, I described exactly what the setting looked like.  When I researched various Welsh counties, however, they looked nothing like what I had envisioned, and I thought I'd have to re-write my description.  But then I looked up Gwynedd, and the description matched almost word-for-word what I had written, and I knew that that's where my characters lived.

     Then, I had another cup of tea, and a Hobnob biscuit.

     While I had my tea, I read the slight bit I had written of my novel (having been reminded of it by Penrhyn Castle), and listened to the lovely vocals and harp-playing of Bethan Myfanwy Hughes.

     And then, like my tea, my adventure in Wales was finished.  I had a lovely time there.

     Hwyl fawr, viewers; until next time.

More to Come

    Good morning, viewers.

     It's been almost a week since my last "adventure", but I've only just begun my personal peregrination.  I've had to pause to give myself time and opportunity to gather supplies, but I'll be "traveling" again very shortly.

     And on a bright note, a dear chum of mine is planning to visit from out of town soon; and is keen on having some global experiences with me.

     In the meantime, have a lovely day, and keep warm.

Mexico

     Hola, viewers.  Today's destination was Mexico.

     I wore this necklace that a friend brought back for me when she went there on a cruise.  Pretty, no?

     I began this morning with a cup of café de olla (coffee with cinnamon), with a bit of vanilla.

     Then, I went out for a change, together with my mum and grandmother, to an authentic Mexican restaurant called Tortilla Flats.  We used to go there often with my grandad.

     We started the meal with the restaurant's complimentary tortilla chips and salsa.

     And my grandmother got a mango marguerita.  The stem of the glass was shaped like a cactus.

     She and my mum ordered a seafood burrito. 

     I got my "usual", or what was my usual when I went there often.  I always got the carne asada (pork) quesadilla, and a flan. 

     We each got through about half (more or less) of our meals, and then my mum and grandmother helped me eat my flan.  The food there is very good, but also very filling.

     A little while later, I went to a tiny little Mexican restaurant in my small town, to pick up a couple of dulce de leche-filled churros.  While I waited, I had a lime-flavoured Jarritos soda.

     After they had finished making my churros, I went home and relaxed for a while, and had a cup of café con leche ("sweet coffee"- similar to a latte), with cinnamon and vanilla.

   

     Later, I watched clips of the film From Prada to Nada (2011), which is the Latino version of Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility.  The film actually takes place in Los Angeles, California, not Mexico; even so, it offers a charming glimpse of Mexican culture.

 

 

     After that, I made huevos y frijoles (eggs and beans) for dinner.  I whipped two eggs with fajita seasoning and a splash of milk, and then poured the mixture into a hot pan, creating a flat, tortilla-like disk.  On top of that, I added some mixed beans that my mum had cooked in a crockpot, and topped it with pico de gallo salsa, sour cream, and a bit of shredded cheese.  This was a new dish for me, and I quite enjoyed it.

 

     Then I watched two Esther Williams films that were set in Mexico.

     The first, Easy to Wed (1946), is based on the 1936 film Libeled Lady, about, well, a libeled lady, in a classic story of lawsuits, convoluted schemes, and the male lead inevitably falling for the woman he's trying to fool.

     Then I watched Fiesta (1947), which was filmed in Puebla Mexico.  It's about a twin brother and sister, who's father was a famous bull-fighter.  After meticulously grooming his son to be a top bull-fighter, the son grows up wishing to be a musician, and the daughter wants to be the bull-fighter.

     While I watched it, I had my churros, and a cup of extremely thick hot chocolate, made with quite alot of unsweetened cocoa powder, a bit of agave syrup, vanilla, cinnamon, cloves, and a pinch of cayanne pepper.  This beverage doubled as a dipping sauce for the churros.

 



     And thus, my "trip" to Mexico came to an end. 

     I've been throughly enjoying my global experience.  I don't yet know where I'm going next, but I'll no doubt decide soon enough.  Until then, Adios, viewers.
 



 

Greece

     Hello again, viewers.

     Today, I explored Greece.  And since it was during the day this time, my mum got to join me for parts of it, which was nice.  The more so because Greece is where she wants most to go.

     For some of the time, I was also joined by Misa and Bootsie, who dressed for the occasion.

     I started off my morning by making myself a strong cappuccino-esque espresso drink.  It wasn't traditional 'Greek' coffee, which is very strong and thick, but I've read that various coffee drinks, including cappuccinos are popular there.

     While I drank my coffee, I went online and researched Greek history and culture, Alexander the Great, Homer, Classical Greece, and art in Ancient Greece.

     Reading about these topics reminded me of an anime-style drawing I did a few years ago, inspired by the Greek myth of Pygmalion and Galatia.  The picture doesn't show very clearly, I'm afraid.

     After that, I had a small dish of yiaourti (Greek yogurt with honey and walnuts).

 

     Then I watched Captain Corelli's Mandolin (2001), which is set in the Ionian island Cephallonia during WW2.  It's the story of Antonio Corelli, a music loving Italian soldier who's better with a mandolin than a gun.  He falls for a beautiful Greek woman named Pelagia, but she considers him an enemy, and distrusts him and his cheerful, opera-singing ways.  Eventually she gets over her distrust and returns his love, but the war and it's tragic events threaten to tear them apart.  Parts of this film are quite intense, but the music and the cinematography is lovely.

 

 

     As I watched it, I had some pita chips with hummus, and melitzanosalata, which is an eggplant (or aubergine)-based dip)

 

 

 

     After our Sunday Bible meeting, my mum and I went to Starbucks, where I got a chocolate

frappé, which I've read is a popular beverage in Greece, though I understand they're made a bit differently here.  In any case, it was delicious.

 

 

     Then my mum and I made dinner.  While she made falafel (fried balls or patties made from chick peas, bread crumbs and spices), I made a Greek salad consisting of cucumber, tomatoes, kalamata olives, feta (a brined sheep cheese), pine nuts, bulgur (wheat), lemon juice and plain Greek yogurt.  After mixing all of this, I put it together with the falafel in a pita, to make a gyro with a couple of dolmadakias (from Turkish dolmas), which are grape leaves stuffed with rice.

 

     After I ate my dinner, I watched several clips from various Greek films, and films set in Greece.  Then my mum and I watched a drama about the biblical characters Timothy and Paul.  The drama is set in various parts of Greece as well as Rome, mainly in Lystra and Ephesus.

     While we watched it, we had a dish of red grapes.

     When the drama was over, I listened to Greek music.  In the 1957 film Boy on a Dolphin, Sophia Loren sings a beautiful song in Greek.  While the film is no longer posted on youtube.com, the song is, and I was glad to hear it again.

     Mum and I finished our Greek excursion on a sweet note, with some baklava (a sweet made from layers of filo dough with nuts and a sweet syrup).

    
     It was quite a different experience "traveling" during the day, but it was rather nice.

     Good night, viewers, or good day; whichever applies.

 

 



 

 

No Longer Nocturnal

     After more than two weeks, I've at last managed to correct my sleep schedule and be diurnal again.  Huzzah~

     I'm still "traveling"; in fact I'm on one of my little adventures now.  I'll be posting about it tonight.  Until then, I hope you all have a lovely day.

Poland

     Cześć, viewers.

     Last night, I experienced Poland.

     For dinner, my mum made kielbasa and cabbage, and my Great-Grandma Charbonneau née Natorski's pierogies.  Mum made her own version of them, by mixing together a few of the traditional fillings.  She included mashed potato, cottage cheese, onion, mushrooms, and chopped bacon.  After boiling them, she pan-fried them with butter.  She also made a dark, dense gingerbread cake to go with dinner, but although I only had a little, this cuisine is very filling, so I stuck to a cup of coffee with dinner, and saved the cake for later.

 

     Unfortunately, I don't have any films set in Poland, so I watched clips of Polish films on youtube.com.

 

     I started with The Pianist (2002).  Although the filming was done in Germany, the story is set in the Warsaw Ghetto, in Poland.  It's very graphic and intense.  At one point in the film, the main character Szpilman, played by Adrien Brody, plays Chopin's Grand Polonaise brillante, and it's absolutely breathtaking. 

 

     Then I watched clips from Schindler's List (1993), which was filmed in Kraków.  It is also very intense.  I found it all the more so when I discovered that Schindler and the events in this story were quite real.
                            
                             
     Then, for a more cheerful change of pace, I watched bits of a Polish romantic comedy called Cudown lato [Wonderful Summer] (2010).  It seemed like a nice story; unfortunatly, there weren't English subtitles, so I could only guess at what was being said.

 

 

     While I watched movie clips, I had a snack, consisting of a couple of the leftover pierogies, pickles (or ogórek kiszony), and sauerkraut, and a cup of blueberry tea.

     Then I made a traditional Polish beverage made from boiled fruit called kompot.  Usually dried fruit is used, but whatever is on hand may be used, and sugar and spices may be added.  I made mine with apples and strawberries, a bit of cane sugar, and cinnamon and cloves.  Since it can be served hot or cold, I tried it both ways.  I think I prefered it hot; it tasted like strawberry-apple cider.

     Then I decided to experience both modern and traditional Polish music, so I listened to Polish pop and rock, and then traditional polka music.  Misa was in my room at that point, and I danced an impromptu polka with him.  Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of that.

     Some time later, I had a couple of slices of very dark rye bread with salt.  Apparently, bread is a very important part of Polish culture.  Welcoming with bread and salt (chlebem i solą), is a traditional gesture of hospitality.

     While I ate my chlebem i solą, I looked at pictures of castles in Poland.  I want this one.

     Then, I listened to Chopin's noctures.  There is no composer I like so well as Chopin.  My favourite of his nocturnes is Op. 9 No. 2.  I never get tired of hearing it.  Here's a link to listen to Chopin's complete nocturnes. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V60USaluxGA&feature=related

     While I listened, I had a piece of my mum's gingerbread cake, and a cup of spiced hot chocolate with espresso; a sweet ending to my Polish adventure.