Baked goods of the day!

Well, as I've been off school sick today I figured the best way to spend my time was to make fattening baked goods and make my stomach even sicker. So, I did. And after decluttering the kitchen, washing up a ludicrous amount of delft and closely avoiding serious burns, I'm finished, and stuffed with nummy foodlings. I was quite keen to use up some of the thousands of Cadbury's Easter eggs that lie sprawled along my kitchen counter, so I made these nutty brownie yummy fings, that are cooked in ceramic mugs, and served warm. Heart stopping, artery clogging goodness, at its best. Oh moma, were they tasty. End result: stuffed stomach and these fellows:

Oh and I never want chocolate again, thank you very much. I've had more than my fair share. I wish the Easter eggs would hurry up and evaporate or implode or something. 

    

I also made lemon shortbread biccies with a lemon glaze that look quite pretty sitting there all cute and starry on my cakey standy thingy. 

Not that there's much left to look at. My family have been scoffing them all. I still have a handful to share with my schoolmates tomorrow though (and a mug of brownie stashed away for me for later). But the recipe I used to make the lemon stars made waaaaaaaayyyyy too much dough, so I have loads of dough in the freezer for whenever I feel like adding some more inches to my waist. 

Conclusion: I love/hate food. 

Schlemiels and Schlimazels

A schlemiel spills soup on a schlimazel.

    What a fantastic sentence! A schlemiel is a Yiddish word meaning a clumsy or awkward person, who is prone to spilling soup. A schlimazel is also a Yiddish word derived from the German word 'slim' meaning crooked, and the Hebrew word 'mazzal' meaning luck, and translates to an unlucky, accident-prone person who is prone to getting soup spilled on him. Hence the sentence 'a schlemiel spills soup on a schlimazel.'
 
   Interesting eh? Yiddish is quite an entertaining language, it has some brilliant words, that sound exactly like what they mean. The onomatopoeia is amazing. To me, some of the words completely sum up what they stand for. Now, I don't speak Yiddish, nor do I know anyone who does, but I would love to learn it one day. I'm a bit of a language nerd. I'm studying French and Irish in school, but the Irish education system still hasn't figured out how to teach languages yet, sadly.
 
   I'm very fond of the Irish language, although not many people can say that. In my estimation about 80% of people learning Irish in school hate it, and nobody can speak it properly these days, apart from the very few Gaelgoirí left in the country. It saddens me really. As an Irish lassie, I'm quite patriotic and proud of my little island, and whatever we have left of our culture, since being invaded by Britain all those years ago, is diminishing to the point where I have to wonder, will there be any left? I believe the Irish language to be very poetic and beautiful, and while most see it as an unnecessary chore to learn it in school, I love it, and hope to learn it fully in college, and to become fluent one day. It's a tricky little language, because it's difficult to put into practice due to the lack of fluent speakers, but I think it's worth it. As the Irish saying goes "tír gan teanga, tír gan anam", meaning a country without a language is a country without a soul.
 
   I'm also learning Japanese at present, on my own, (it's not like I have the option of lessons where I live anyway) and I would love to study that in college too. Finding a career out of language is tricky business though, but I'm sure I'll get by.

I'll be a polyglot yet!