The perfect vegan cupcake has always eluded me, I eat eggs so I’ve not made them regularly, and my attempts have always been crappy and heavy on the banana. I tried 2 recipes with egg replacer, and they were foul. Isy Morgenmuffel gave me her tried and tested recipe, I changed it a bit with the things I always change (sugar substitution, extra vanilla etc) on cake recipes, and it was perfect.
preheat oven to 180.C
200g self-raising flour
50g caster sugar
50g unrefined sugar (gives a richer taste)
1 teaspoon natural vanilla essence
juice of half a lemon
1/2 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda
150ml soya milk
1) Mix flour and sugar together
2) Add vanilla and mix well
3) Add oil and mix well
4) In a separate bowl add the lemon juice and bicarb to the soya milk and whisk. You will see bubbles
5) Mix the two halves and whisk well to incorporate lots of air
6) Put in baking cases and bake until golden
Thanks to Isy for the recipe!
Bramber’s a small village inland of Shoreham, it’s got one street with a couple of pubs and houses, a ruined Norman castle, and an intact Norman church (ie they’re about 1000 years old)
On Saturday I went out with my dad to have lunch out and a wander. We went to Shoreham, a small coastal town near Brighton, and Bramber, a village with a ruined castle. Here’s Shoreham.
When Chris was down the other week we went to the aquarium because I had a half price voucher. I love aquariums, and I’m going again on Monday evening for a work thing.
On Sat I went down Rochester with Tukru to do some charity shopping. She got Ike & Tina Turner and Human League records, a unicorn colouring book for zine purposes (she’s a big unicorn fan) and I convinced her to get some Agatha Christie books.
Tusk & Songs from a room on vinyl, 60s housecoat/dress (Marks & Sparks 100% Polyester, the finest fibre from the finest maker know to man), Agatha Christie books with great morbid covers (I’m all about the detective novels, Agatha Christie books are so reassuring, they’re always the same) and a seriously weird Ladybird book with sentences like “the puppy wants to play with the trumpet” for zining purposes.
Last weekend I went back to Medway, and I went up the Great Lines with Tukru, and we messed about taking photos.
I shared a stall at the Alternative Press Fair at the start of Feb with my friends Scott and Chris, and their friend Pete who I hadn’t met before. Thanks to Jimi and Peter for organising such a great event.
I added some black streaks to my hair, because I thought that the solid pink ( a base of atomic pink, made a bit redder with a mix of la riche rubine + flamingo pink) was making me look peaky. It also handily disguised my rapidly growing roots. I’m pleased with it.
The 24th was Pancake Day here in the UK. You traditionally make pancakes to use up all your indulgent bits before Lent. I’m not at all religious, and I don’t give anything up for Lent, but I always make pancakes.
English pancakes are like crepes but a bit thicker. You need 1 egg, 1/2 a pint of milk (ie 250ml or 10 fl oz) and 100g of flour, however much water you want and a pinch of salt. You just whisk the ingredients together, leave it for half an hour or so, then pour a small amount into an oiled frying pan and fry one side. When it comes to turning them over, you loosen the edges and then throw it in the air and catch it again once it’s turned over, and continue to fry it.
Usually you serve the pancakes with lemon juice and sugar, but I had mine with melted cheese and mushrooms as a dinner (the pancakes aren’t sweet, so you can eat them with whatever)
(this is the table next to me)
At the end of January I had a stall at the Zine Fest at the women’s library at London Met Uni in East London. I was horribly late, as it seemed almost every form of transport I could possibly use was closed for engineering works that weekend, so I ended up having to walk from Monument to Brick Lane to get there. I had a ridiculously huge table to myself in this cosy little library, and I made quite a good bit of money and did some shameless promotion of the Brighton Zinefest.