(source- www.abc-recette.fr )
Not many words start with Q, not words that describe my life anyway. This is not the sort of thing that usually keeps me awake at night, not until I took on the A-Z challenge. I’d just like to take a minute here to cheer on fellow challengers, Bibseymama , and all the others etc, we are over half way, on a roll, just got all the difficult letters left, can’t wait to see what you all come up with today.
So, Quarks – as I’m sure you know (I didn’t) are teeny weeny things that are found in hadons, which are tiny, tiny bits of neutrons and protons, which you may remember from science lessons at school are little round blue and green things ( they were on our blackboard) that make the lumpy little egg thing at the centre of an atom, and everything is made of atoms.
Can you guess that I don’t teach science?
Quirks I know more about. They’re the peculiarities strange habits that we all have, but try giving more detail. Personally I don’t have any, all my habits are perfectly normal and reasonable, and I’m sure all yours are – for you. Even the lady that hangs out at our school gate, picking up litter and berating frightened kids probably thinks her behaviour is perfectly normal, and although my pupils think I’m a nutter for asking what the weather is like every day ( WHEN YOU CAN SEE IT FROM THE WINDOW MISS) there is a logic in this question, if you’re going to talk the English you have to know about weather after all.
You have probably guessed that the first two words have nothing to do with describing myself, which was my objective of this challenge in fact. The real word is “quatre quart”. This is the easiest cake in the world to make, as can be proven by the fact I can make it. It’s hidden at the end of this post in the hope that none of my close friends will read it, because they will laugh at me.
I am famous for my “can’t cook, won’t cook” mentality, I often remind the teenage girls I teach never to cook, do it once and you’re trapped for life, clean if you have to – at least you don’t have to do that everyday and no-one will complain if you do the same thing every day, but never, NEVER admit that you can cook. My husband keeps us from scurvy in the evenings and (French) school dinners are pretty good and well-balanced.
So, here it is:
200g of butter
200g of flour
200g of sugar
Packet of vanilla sugar if you have any
Packet of “levure” or raising agent if you live in a country that doesn’t do self-raising flour (i.e. France)
Anything else from the fridge you fancy – nutella, diced fruit, etc.
Mix it all together and bung in preheated oven at about 200° for about half an hour. Do not forget in oven, eat.