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28 February 2016

The 10 Steps of Essay Writing



This week has absolutely flown by. When did it become Sunday, where did it go? 

My week has essentially been a flurry of essays and oh me oh my have I absolutely smashed them out. Today is going to be a quick post because I have 300 words left to do and then the rest of the day to a) mentally prepare for Leonardo DiCaprio to grace my screen tonight b) mentally prepare for The Oscars in general, my fave night of the year. (Other than Christmas Eve, obvs) 

So here is the process of every human being, at school or at university, in their first or third year when writing an essay. 

1) It's important to dedicate some time to not doing the essay before you actually start. This involves sitting at your desk with a notepad out, watching Making a Murderer/Grey's Anatomy/anything ever.

2) The reading commences, read read read and before you know it you have 30 tabs open with no  idea what any of them contain. But you opened them, so they must hold some use.

3) Make appropriate hot drink to accompany sifting through and narrowing down relevant tabs. Don't get distracted by ASOS.

4) Decide all of that hard work requires a reward. Usually food and a break. Usually chocolate and internet shopping and/or netflix.

5) The panic. You realise the essay is due in within the next 24/48/72 hours (depending on your level of procrastination) and you get pumped. I CAN DO THIS AND I WILL DO THIS.

6) Obvs only start on the hour, because then you can manage time effectively and then still have 23 minutes to watch Leonardo DiCaprio vimeos.

7) Large mug of tea? Check. Biscuits? Check. Time to start writing the essay.

8) Introduction done. 300 words written = 30 minute break. Everyone knows your brain can only truly work properly in hour segments. You're taking safety precautions.

9) Recommence. Blitz through it. Realise you're actually a secret genius. Why did it take so long to get started?? You are so good at this. Refrences shmeferences, that's your motto.

10) Hand it in. Don't read through it. Reading through it brings fear. Reading through it means you know in advance if you're going to fail. It's better to be blissfully ignorant.

Ciao for Now!
x

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24 February 2016

Midweek Magic


Wednesday is always a bit of a relief to get to. And this Wednesday is definitely no different in that respect, the weekend is almost in sight and Friday is just about on the horizon. After spending approximately £10831 on coffee and a solid 8 hour laptop stint yesterday, I have just sent off my first 3,000 word essay of the term and to be honest, I want nothing more than to sit in bed and listen to Stephen Fry read me Harry Potter.

But alas, I have a blog post to write. So I thought I'd write a bit of a similar ol' thing to a lot of bloggers who write about their weekly happiness, except mine is going to be a midweek post. What's eased the pain of the essays, and what else I have to look forward to in the rest of the week.

1. So, I downloaded Audible, admittedly with one thing in mind. 

That's right, hola Harry Potter. 

Me and my Dad have been listening to the Harry Potter audio on car journeys over the last few weeks as my broken foot life has involved a lot of long car rides. But with the knowledge I wouldn't be in the car for a little while, I decided to get my free audiobook. And after starting The Goblet of Fire in the car the other day, I decided it was necessary to listen to the other 19 hours. I am currently LOVING drifting off to the sound of Stephen Fry. 

2. As previously mentioned, I finished a 3,000 word essay. Which was particularly hard as the lecture was during the 'foot elevated 50 minutes of every 60' period in of January, so I had to learn everything from scratch. And I think it's actually not too dreadful.

3. The satisfaction of having a makeup artist worthy brush collection. I know, I may have too many, but I'm loving the mason-jar life at the moment. 


4. I started on Kayla Itsines BBG. Although obviously not fully, leg day is a no go. But every morning I've dedicated a bit of time to abs and arms, because I'm just so bored of being so inactive after 8 weeks. I probably should have thought of this before, but I was far too busy pitying myself. 

5. I have a job interview on Friday. And it doesn't matter whether I get it or not, because it's the first sign of me being like, okay, I'm not going to Washington DC but I can still have an amazing summer and do great things and not worry about lack of America-ness.

6. I managed to walk down to my work for the first time since breaking my foot, which is an achievement in itself. But to add to make it even more worth it, I wrote 1200 words of that essay, had my first Bubble Tea in donkeys years and was visited by my two friends Alvaro and Elliot, who came to relieve me/help me procrastinate yesterday during my essay writing. And after having not seen them in about 3 months, I was absolutely bloody delighted to see their faces and have a bit of distraction.


I'm going to leave it there as all I want to do is sleep forever and listen to Harry Potter.


Ciao for Now!
x
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21 February 2016

My Guilty Pleasures


Ah, guilty pleasures. The little secrets about yourself you blush at admitting because God forbid anyone knows you like the orange cremes in the Quality Street tin. I love finding out people's guilty pleasures, from my super cool friend at school who was beyond obsessed with Justin Bieber (like a full on Belieber), to my housemates obsession with people tickling her feet- maybe a little bit rank, but I love her all the same. I thought, this Sunday I would confess my own guilty pleasures, some bits people might not know about me. 

Mojito's 
My weapon of choice. Please note the amount of mojito photo's I have in general life on my blog. On holiday, on nights out, just generally in a bar. Obviously they're an expensive habit so I never say no to a glass of wine, but mojito's are my absolute favourite drink, maybe ever. Refreshing and minty and rum-y. They are my guilty pleasure cocktail, maybe less guilt and more pleasure to be completely honest.

Take Me Out 
I'm burying my head in shame. I hate the cheesy chat up lines, I hate Paddy McGuinness and oh me oh my, the women on the show are such an embarrassment to womankind. But I can't help sitting and watching it nearly every Saturday night. I may have even watched its ITV2 counterpart 'The Gossip' last night. An embarrassing confession but one I have to come to terms with, who knows, I could be one of the next 'flirty 30' (I won't be. I promise). 

Sodukos on the train
The second I get on a train, my beady eye is out looking for leftover newspapers. There's little to nothing left to this guilty pleasure, but I bloody love sodukos. Nerdy, secret, guilty pleasure. I should probably also read said papers if I'm bothering to steal them -steal being a very loose term by the way, I'm absolutely not a bandit. 

The song, Come on Eileen
My go to party song. If this comes on, I am up. And usually it only comes on because I've requested it. I don't know any of Dexty's Midnight Runners other songs, but I don't really care. Because Come On Eileen is enough. 

Shoes
Ah, the bain of my pocket, shoes. Not even a particular style of shoe, I don't have a thousand pairs of heels or trainers from every brand ever, but I have a lot of all the styles of shoes ever. I have some shoes in multiple colours, it's dreadful. And a lot of shoes still in boxes or never-been-warn. Last summer I donated 13 pairs to charity, but the time has come to clear out again. They're just sooooo pretty.

Red Lipstick
If you read my last blog post, it's all about things I've learnt, and one of these was what makes your confidence soar. For me, red lipstick is my gal. Nothing makes me feel like a sassy, independent woman like wearing red lipstick. I also happen to have about 8 shades of the stuff. I promise I'm not as materialistic as this blog makes me out to be. I'd still save my dog and photo's and stuff if my house was on fire, promise.

Peanut butter and Marmite on Toast
Did anyone gag? Sorry. I know, it's a) not a healthy habit and b) sounds absolutely dreadful. But after experiencing peanut butter and jam, I'm pretty adamant it just makes everything taste better. My aunty introduced me to this little concoction when I was about 10, and I've never looked back. Having said all of this, it's a very rare treat and something I don't actually eat very often at all anymore. But there's no denying it's a guilty pleasure and I love it. Goodbye any future boyfriends reading this (unlikely, it's the only male readers I'm aware of are family). 

Magic Piano App
THIS APP. Oh my good God. It was created by the devil of procrastination. One of my best friends introduced me to it, and since then, I've been addicted. At night time, in the day, there's no time like the present to play magic piano. It's essentially a pretty version of Tap Tap (remember Tap Tap??) and it makes me feel like a piano prodigy. Don't download it if you want to do something productive with your life, do download it if you want a reason to procrastinate.

One Direction
This was once a top secret. Now, thanks to Twitter, it's absolutely not. I have quite unique music taste, I listen to a lot of unsigned bands and love a acoustic and indie rock/pop music. I've actually been accused of lying on many occasions when confessing my love for 1D, but I can't help it. I love them. They're great and I cried at their last performance on X Factor because oh my god hello, it was so poignant. And I also really fancy one of them, guess which (#TeamNiall). 

What are you guilty pleasures? Does anyone else have a secret shoe addiction? I hope you enjoyed this post, believe it or not none of it is sponsored- even the Magic Piano section, I just love the game. 

Ciao for Now!
x
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19 February 2016

Things I Know Now


In my two decades on this planet, I have learnt a few things. Some of them came through errors and mistakes, others I just adopted, but I feel some of the lessons I've learnt have almost become vital to who I am today. For instance, I haven't mixed sambuca with anything ever since that incident where me and Ruth got stranded in Exeter and ended up calling her boss to come and collect us. 

That was a lesson well learnt. 

I'm a bit of an advice guru for the people in my life. I'm not sure how it came about, clearly I just emit a radiance of wisdom, much to my parents dismay I'm sure. But I thought I'd share with you the important lessons I wasn't taught by my parents, but that I taught myself. In fact, I'm not even going to number this list. It's a special, life advice titled one instead.

Your gut is always screaming at you for a reason
And no, I don't mean your hunger gut.  If you have a particular feeling towards someone or something, and you can't put your finger on why, most of the time you'll find out. Intuition is an absolute gift and it wouldn't exist if we were meant to ignore it. Sometimes it comes from experience of ignoring your gut instinct, to know you were right all along, but save yourself the heartache and just go with how you feel, you'll be right far more than you're wrong.

 Never be afraid to be the one who loves the most
Did you vom? Understandable. But this bit is important so read it and reread it until you fully understand. I feel like at the moment there's a bit of a fashion to be cold and show no emotion and God forbid you send the first message on Tinder or smile at someone on the tube. And to me, that's actually quite sad. Life's too short to talk to every person you walk past, but if you really, honestly like somebody, why should you suppress that? The part which goes hand in hand with this little tidbit is knowing when to move on and find somebody who is truly worthy of your love. Because not everybody will be. 

Realise only about 10% of under 30's really know what the hell they're doing 
Ah, the quarter-life crisis. My current life dilemma is do I want to be a lawyer or a film makeup artist? Which speaks volumes about myself. I've always envied people who grew up knowing they wanted to be a doctor or a fireman. But the truth is, most of us just land here. I haven't met many adults who hate what they do, so for the most part, it's important to just get on with life and eventually, hopefully, you'll find your place. Even if it's a million miles from where 18 year old you thought you'd be.

Sometimes it's okay to give second chances
Even in the relationship world. People are selfish and God knows, we all make mistakes. There's a big difference between someone who made the wrong life choice once and instantly regrets it, and the bad humans of the world. It can be hard to differentiate them, and your natural instinct should always be to protect yourself and those you love, but sometimes giving second chances can work out for the best. 

You're more likely to regret what you didn't do, than to regret what you did
Mega lol but I actually read this quote in reference to tattoos. I've decided you can apply it to all aspects of life though, and I regularly tell myself these words. Unless you're an awful human, the chances of you regretting what you did on your deathbed are pretty slim. But think of all the opportunities and choices you've made, which have lead to something more. None of those would have happened, had you turned them down in the first place. Or, if you do apply this to tattoos and do regret it, you can get that camel on your toe lasered off. 

Figure out what makes your confidence soar 
THIS. This girls, is your secret weapon through it all. Job interviews, dates, those days where you want to curl up into a ball and sob your way through all of Leonardo DiCaprio's films but have to get up and do life. Clearly not talking from experience, ahem. Find out what makes you feel fanbloodytastic. Whether it's a pair of special matching underwear (a rare treat, let's v face it) or putting on red lippy to make yourself feel like the queen of sass, even little things like having fully painted nails make me feel that little bit more ready to face the day.

Make your own decisions, for you, and only you
Ah, the age old living to please. Sometimes, you do need to put others first. I am completely aware of that, however, when you're waking up everyday to go to work or university and you absolutely hate it. Think about why you're in that place. And if it's not because you want to be there, change your life path. Find something you love. If you want to be an actor and people

Know when it's okay to put an end to things
Sometimes you have to take the high road. This doesn't just apply to friendships and relationships, this applies to knowing when things are not possible or shouldn't continue. After weeks of stressing with my parents about where to find £18,000, I decided to officially withdraw from Washington. When my friend was talking to a Tinder match for two months with no avail, she decided it was time to move on. There's a thin line between giving up, and knowing when's the right time to stop something in its tracks. Neither makes you a loser, but if you put all of your time and effort and love into something and can't find a solution, or get nothing back, you should change direction and focus all of that on something which will repay you equally.


I hope you're liking these full lifestyle posts. I've had a hella' lot of traffic recently and I think it's probably to do with the consistent posting plus the style of said posts. So I'll take it as a good sign. Who knew great things could come out of being immobile eh!


Ciao for Now!
x
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17 February 2016

Take Me Away


It's fair to say, I'm a bit of a natural explorer. The thought of travelling the world makes me feel giddy, going to places hard to get to, seeing things so few people have seen. And despite enjoying university, there's always the piece of me which feels dissatisfied. Itching to just get out there and explore the world.

This whole feeling of exploring and adventures is maximised x1123928 when I'm not even able to walk into town at the moment. Which is probably why I've found myself spending hours, literally hours, on pinterest. The home of couch explorers. So on this cold, wet and clearly bloody miserable Wednesday evening, I thought I'd mentally transport you all to some of the places I most want to travel.


(Clockwise from top left)

Myanmar: Until recently, visiting Myanmar (Burma) wasn't on my travel list at all until someone I know travelled around it, posting photos which made me see the country in a whole new light and ending up making me so jealous I wanted to cry. Myanmar is a phenomenal country with so much history, and seeing all of the beautiful photos made me want to hop on a plane the next day.

Paris: When you think of exploring, Paris is probably a bit close to home to be conventional, but I've never been to Paris (except Disneyland aged 8) and I am desperate to go! The cobbled streets and up the eiffel tower, going to parts under the radar and exploring the city as a local rather than a tourist. It's not a huge stretch for me to go, especially with a train connection from London, but for some reason I just haven't gotten to Paris yet, and Paris is always a good idea..

Thailand/South East Asia: Thailand, the classic gap yah location. South East Asia generally is a bucket list destination for me, but the photo above of the festival of lights, is something I could see and die happy. I'm not really a drugged tiger/elephant riding type of gal, but the Islands, the temples and the variation of things to do, makes Thailand right up there on places I want to visit. 

Barcelona: Another European city! For some reason, I have little to no interest in going to Spain, I'm not sure why but it's just never appealed to me the same way other local countries do. I'd never turn down a ticket obviously, but I don't think it's somewhere I'd plan to go to over other destinations. Having said all of this, I am desperate to go to Barcelona! A city next to the beach, what's not to love really? Having travelling friends on Facebook really does open your eyes to the other side of city escapes, and the viewpoints above Barcelona are quite frankly, unrivalled in Europe.

South America: I decided to generalise this instead of singling out Machu Pichu, because I literally want to go all over South America. South America is probably most renowned for its vibrant colours and I have to confess the festivals and general latino life is definitely what attracts me to South America. 

St Lucia: When I was about 9 I learnt about the St Lucia banana plantation. I have no idea if it's like on the curriculum or anything, but when my Aunt visited the year I'd studied, I was obsessed. I'm pretty sure anyone who studies it has a secret love for St Lucia, and don't get me wrong the general caribbean life is one I'd love to visit, but St Lucia has a special place in my heart for 9 year of Alice. 

Bali: I spend more time googling flights to Bali than is healthy. And Bali is probably, definitely, top, #1 spot on my where to visit list. Go and Pinterest search Bali. If you haven't looked up flights by the time you stop browsing, I'll pay you some Alice's Antics currency. IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. If I went, I'd want to do it properly and visit neighbouring Lombok and the Gili Islands, and maybe never ever come back.

I'm fully aware I went a bit Eat, Pray, Love in this post. But the travelling feels have got me looking up one way flights for tomorrow and dropping out of University. Especially in this awful February weather, it's only natural to want to look further afield for happiness and sunshine.

Ciao for Now! 
x

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14 February 2016

10 Happy Things this Week



If you're up to date with my life, you'll know it's been quite the week. Quick, nutshell-y recap.I dropped out of my study abroad placement in Washington DC, I signed a contract to move in with five of my best friends (who I haven't lived with before), I had a job interview to work in the South of France, applied for 10100319 internships and work experience places, had my first email about the D word (dissertation, heads out of the gutters please),  had my next fracture X-ray after 5 weeks in a cast, and to top it all off, gave up chocolate and bread for lent. 

Phew. 

It's been all over the place, and I have happy/sad feelings about the whole thing, but within the week there have been glimmers of true happiness and I want to share them with you.

1. Playing random fires of Harry Potter trivial pursuit questions with my family. Whilst watching telly, making dinner, drying your hair... one of us picks up the cards and starts masterminding the other. (I always win, obvs). 

2. Going to my local Costa to get essays done (ahem) and being served by the nicest person in the world. I wanted to take him home with me to cheer me up all day every day.

3. Pancake day- no explanation needed.

4. Winning a bargain makeup brush ebay bid, there are very few things which make me happier  than that. 

5. Publishing my blog post on being single, which is probably one of my favourite blog posts to date ever, I wrote it at 2am and had to message my friend Emily to ensure she didn't mind me revealing our secret crying over Grey's Anatomy marathons.

6. Creating a brand new Pinterest board on bedroom storage/decor. At home my wardrobe is falling apart and at uni I'll be moving into a new house over the summer, so I want to make it as homely and 'me' as possible. Tip: Fairy lights everywhere.

7. One of my best friends going to Paris and sending me macarons via post. Potentially the best way to seal my friendship as your bffl.

8. No longer having a cast! And having the Doctor I really fancy remove said cast. I am however in a cyberman boot.

9. The general happiness of being around a 4 month old puppy. He waddles. Like a duck. Is there anything cuter????? Multiple 4 month old puppies. Maybe.

10. Receiving a St Kitts Herbery Face Spritz. My skin is generally quite clear, except for the odd monthly outbreak (cheers bod), but I am forever finding ways to minimize pores effectively and getting rid of the redness beneath my eye sockets. This bad boy arrived recently and oh me oh my what a treat. It feels like my skin is shouting YES at me whenever I apply it. The consistency is so light it's almost like applying magical, smoothing powered water. I've just added it to my usual evening skincare routine and use it as a replacement toner. It does feel a little bit oily after application, I've got dry skin so it hasn't been a problem for me but if your skin is towards the oily side, you might want to try it first just in case.

Sometimes it's easy to get caught up wallowing in self pity and oh my god why me thoughts. But reflecting on this week, it's actually been quite a good'un.

Ciao for Now!
x


Ps. This post did contain sponsored products but obvs all views are entirely my own.

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12 February 2016

Home Truths Ramble



I originally structured this as a full on, intense blog post moaning about my first world problems. But since then, I've decided to approach it from a different way. Imagine the two of us, me and you, sat chilling with an Indian (korma for me please) and a bottle of wine, turning the telly onto something crap knowing I'm only going to be talking over it. 

Now, once that mental image is in your mind, go and get yourself a real glass of wine. Because I'm about to have the real chat I would have with you, should you be sat opposite me glugging Merlot. 

So drink the wine and call it method acting.

The last 5 days have been all over  the place- not only has my whole life done a huge U-Turn, but I also decided to give up chocolate and bread for lent. So essentially there is nothing to ease the pain. Except the wine.

Three weeks ago, I wrote this blog post. At the time, I was in a flurried state of excitement and pride for beating out the competition and getting a place in Washington DC. However, reality soon hit home, and after weeks of discussing it with my parents, we came to the conclusion it was impossible to financially support me in going to the USA. I wanted to write about this, because obviously in a few months time when I'm back in Surrey and not 2 blocks from the White House you'll probably clock on. The choice to study abroad was a luxury, not a necessity, and I know there are people across the world who can't afford education let alone an extra year of it. But this was a crushing realisation, that the reason I wouldn't be able to go wasn't because of my own academic downfall, but because I can't afford to find £18,000 (the required amount) in less than a month. 

So that, was a pretty rubbish life moment. 

However, this does mean I'm moving in with a whole new group of fanbloodytastic women. It'll be like SATC in real life, but with Tesco Value vodka instead of cocktails. Knowing what a great year I'll have living with them has definitely eased everything- so I'm staying in England, completing my degree (gulP) and graduating with the people I started university life with, clearly it's not all bad. 

My plans for summer have also drastically changed, applying for internships, resort jobs abroad and finding anything remotely fun to fill my time with, now I won't need to be working 60 hour weeks to afford my placement! 

On top of all of these adminy lifey bits and bobs, I'm finally out of my cast and in a walking boot for 4 weeks, which will make a 10 week recovery!! 10 WEEKS!! Yes yes, know people break both arms and both legs and whatnot, but 10 weeks is a bloody long time, especially when you're not going out. Lots of wine-drunk in the house antics for me. Luckily, I really fancy my Doctor.

To make up for all of this excitement, I bought 3 lottery tickets and won £3. 

My life in a nutshell. 

So there's an up to date, ramble-y post about my life. To numb all of this pain I've managed to watch the entirety of How to Get Away With Murder in approximately 3 days and eat my weight in Hobnob biscuits. 

Because, yknow, no chocolate or bread.

Ciao for Now! 
x
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10 February 2016

Why It's Okay to be Single in Your 20s (and beyond)


I can already hear all of the thought processes of those in relationships reading this. Don't worry gals (and guys?) you are top notch people too, you just don't need to be reassured that you're top notch. Whereas those of us not in committed, look here's the ring oh wait here's my baby, relationships sometimes do need a bit of a life boost to reassure us we're not losers. Or ugly.

I'm 20 and self confessed would say I've never been in a full on this is love relationship. I've had boyfriends and I've seen people and I've been on dates, but nobody has ever swept me off my feet and made me fall head over heels in love with them. In fact, the closest I've ever come to love is my dog. 

And after a christmas period filled with comments along the lines of 'Oh Alice, do you have a man in your life?', I've come to the conclusion it is perfectly, 100% okay for me to say no, and more importantly, to not be embarrassed.

Me and one of my best friends Emily have a running joke of laughing (yet crying) at ourselves as we watch our best friends fall in and out of love, one of them recently got engaged and another ended a very long term relationship only to find someone else equally as wonderful for her a year later. And despite the maybe slightly bitter laughs as we cry over Grey's Anatomy and eat our weight in Ben and Jerry's, we're always left with the same, reassuring conclusions.

1) No man has ever run away screaming from us.
2) We have each other. 

The truth is, Emily is not an ogre and I do not actually resemble a potato. We're not desperate and could go out and kiss plenty of frogs after a couple of sambuca shots- trust me, we have. But as it currently stands, it seems to be success in life is determined by whether or not you have a man on your arm. And that, is a slight problem because instead of revelling in our single and ready to mingle (or eat pringles) status, we're questioning our self worth and making plans to become a lesbian couple if we're not married by 45.

Being single at any age does not make you a failure. It doesn't mean you're repulsive or the opposite sex is going to run away from you. If I really wanted to, I am 99% sure I could go out and get a boyfriend tomorrow. Someone I wasn't attracted to, or didn't particularly like, but hey, it's someone non-canine to cuddle at night. The fact I don't have a boyfriend, shows I'm independent enough and like myself enough to wait and be with somebody I genuinely like, and who likes me back. Just because you don't have another half, it does not automatically mean you couldn't get another half. 

And all of that, is pretty great. 

I'm a chick flick addict, and make no mistake I am waiting for my coffee shop/aeroplane meet cute. But in the meantime, for all of those 20-somethings feeling freakish for being single or not having a boyfriend or being a virgin, it does not mean you are unattractive or not worthy or anything like that. Next time your Aunty Lesley asks you where your boyfriend is, tell her you don't have one because you don't want to. Because you haven't found anybody worth your time of day.

 In the words of SATC Goddess, Carrie Bradshaw, 'Being single used to mean that nobody wants you, now it means you're pretty sexy and you're taking your time deciding how you want your life to be and who you want to spend it with.'

As usual, Carrie Bradshaw is right. You are pretty sexy.  Just because Aunty Lesley is living in the past, it doesn't mean you have to be. 

Ciao for Now!
x
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7 February 2016

Oreo Cookie Cake Recipe


Cake? Did someone say cake?

Why not start off the second month of the year by throwing all of those healthy new years resolutions away and making this absolutely mouth watering God of cakes- if I do say so myself. 

I love baking and love cake and love oreos so I thought I'd combine all of this and create an easy masterpiece for you to replicate one day! Why not expand Alice's Antics into a baking blog? 

That probably (definitely) will not happen.

For the sponge:
2 cake tins- greased using butter or oil
4 eggs 
Sugar
Unsalted Butter 
Self Raising Flour
100g Cocoa Powder
50g dark chocolate

For the icing: 
150g unsalted butter
350g icing sugar
140g cream cheese
2 tsp vanilla extract
1 pack of oreos

To decorate: 
1 pack of oreos



1. Set the oven to 180C/160C/Gas Mark 4... Next follow the secret tip (found in a Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall recipe book) which has never failed me, weigh out the eggs and match the sugar, butter and flour to whatever the scales of the eggs say. Do this and set aside. 

2. Melt the dark chocolate in a bowl on top of boiling water to avoid it burning, keep an eye on it and set aside when it's completely melted.

3. Add the sugar, flour, cocoa powder and eggs and beat until the eggs are completely mixed into the mixture before adding the butter, whisk by hand or with an electric whisk if necessary and when the butter is completely blended, stir in the dark chocolate until it is spread evenly throughout the mixture. The mixture should be runny enough for it to fall off the spoon easily if scooped up.

4. Pour the mixture equally into the two cake tins and put in the oven for approximately 20-25 minutes, until completely risen, if unsure insert and knife/skewer and check when inserted it comes out clean- then they will be ready! Take out of the tins and leave to cool on a cooling rack. 

5. Whilst the cakes are cooking and cooling, start to crack on with the icing! Mix together the butter and sieve in half the icing sugar to avoid lumps, once they're completely mixed, add the other half before finally whizzing together with the cream cheese. Set aside.

6. I do this the old fashioned way but you can always use a foot processor. Put the pack of oreos into a sandwich or freezer bag and ensure there's enough room (use 2 if necessary). Using a rolling pin, smash up the oreos into little pieces and pour into the icing mix spariodically, using a wooden spoon to ensure the entire mixture is filled with oreos. 

7. Once the cakes are completely cooled, put onto a plate and spoon the mixture into the inside centre of one half, before sandwiching the slices together and spreading the rest of the mixture evenly, covering the entirety of the cake.

8. Break the second pack of oreos in half and use to decorate, go crazy!


I hope you enjoyed something a little different of Alice's Antics.

Move over Mary Berry.

Ciao for Now! 
x
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3 February 2016

A Jumble Sale Cafe


I had no idea what to call this blog post, it hardly even suffices as a post, but on Sunday morning I found myself in the worlds most Instagrammable coffee shop/jumble sale/junk yard and I couldn't help but whip out my camera and take some photos. It's in West Bay (the home of Broadchurch- for those of you who might know that reference better) just up the road from where I live. My parents insisted we go, and oh me oh my was it an utter treat.

You walk into what, at first sight is an old junk yard with derelict buildings. But as you get closer you realise everything is strategically placed...




For me and my mum, self confessed lovers of all things second hand, it's like a giant paradise. To make matters even better, the main attraction is a giant barn, converted into a cafe in which every single thing is for sale. The tables, the chairs, ornaments litter the place and there's a little someone watching your every move (who is also for sale...)





We arrived quite late so the morning buzz had disappeared and we almost had the whole place to ourselves! To fuel our window shopping we decided to take a seat and order some hot chocolate to keep the cold at bay.

Even Elvis got involved... 




I can't wait to come back when the weather is a bit nicer! It didn't put us off but the continuing fear of battling rain and pebbly ground on crutches meant we didn't spend as much time as we would have liked! 

Unfortunately we didn't take the leopard home as a little mate for Elvis but I have no doubt myself and my mum would've spent hundreds if we had the choice! (Maybe it's a blessing in disguise we didn't stay too long....)

If you're ever in the area definitely come and check out this little treasure, it's an utter delight to lose yourself in and there's so much more to it than the photos show you!

Ciao for Now!
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