Carrot is healthy right?
- 125 g butter (soft)
- 3/4 cup brown sugar
- 2 duck eggs (or 3 chook eggs)
- 1 tsp vanilla
- 1 tbsp cinnamon
- 2/3 cup milk
- 2 cups SR Flour
- 3 carrots (finely grated)
- 1 cup sultanas
- 1 cup shredded coconut
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Cream butter and sugar. Add eggs, vanilla and cinnamon then gradually beat in milk and flour. Add everything else and bake at 160 deg cel until a skewer comes out clean. To make it look flash top with cream cheese icing and toasted shredded coconut
The Ramblings:
I’ve been quite slack on here lately sorry! This week my world gets even crazier with dance classes starting back with term 4. 3 classes of ballet tonight then 3 Jazz/Contemporary/Music Theater on Thursday followed by adults line dancing. As I’ve been practicing out on my verandah, it turns out Miss Maggie has some dancing potential!
This may make me sound like a crazy person but too bad. I grew up on a ‘funny farm’. Ie, a cat that came moving cows like a dog, many poddy calves that thought they were dogs, a rescued Magpie that was a talker and loved riding on the 4 wheeler handle bars, I could go on for years…..
My favorite ever poddy was certainly no exception. She was a twin when it was hideously dry and her poor Mum could really only cope with one so my Mum ‘calf-napped’ her, popped her in the back of the ute and came to pick 3 yr old me up from kindy, telling me to look in the back for a ‘surprise’. Once home she was blow dried, tucked up on the lawn and cuddled for hours. At the time Mum was embarking on the ongoing battle of ” for goodness sake, if you leave this house there must be a hat on your head or you will eventually shrivel up and end up a like a sultana lady”… 3 yr old me was quite horrified by this concept and did not want my new friend ‘Upstart’ (shortened to Uppie) to end up as a sultana cow either so I made her wear one of my hats for quite a time too…
With only one brother who was 4 years older and already at school, my playmates all had 4 legs and my Uppie was my closest, most loved friend. I taught her ballet, she played soccer like a pro and when she got older and had to move down the paddock, she would come over and give cheek kisses through the car window. Her favorite food in the world was chocolate cake that I used to smuggle her for her birthday on the 26th of August.
She had this big white patch on her shoulder that was always insanely soft and was my favorite pillow to cuddle into and as I got older and ‘girl politics’ became a thing, it caught many tears and was my ultimate ‘safe place’. Through the years ducking down the paddock to cuddle my most loving and loyal big baby remained a constant. Eventually when Dad sold the farm, I was so so grateful for my Aunty and Uncle giving her a new loving home.
Eventually at 19 years of age, just after I had visited her on my way home from winning Qld Showgirl at Ekka, my tired, old, best friend decided it was her time to have a big sleep. To those who haven’t known the love of a special poddy it probably sounds ridiculous but I have grieved more for that cow than I have for anyone or anything to date and it’s still a rare day I don’t think about her. And yes, writing this I am bawling so here are some happy photos of a long life filled with so much love.
PS I am a bit over 6ft so she was a big girl!
