Apple Chutney from Apples Picked

We may have found ourselves in trouble if we had been caught, or even worse, may have been forced to put back what was filling every pocket in our coats, and creating a large bulge in my sweater, as we walked back through the trails, smiling at each passerby, nudging the bulge delicately to put it into a less discriminating position. I feared that a small, bright red, apple would fall from the bundle of jackets they were all wrapped up in, and our secret would be nothing. No more apples to bring home, and no more thrill of unwrapping them and inspecting each tiny, beautiful little fruit. And to savour each sweet, juicy bite, to finish the apple in only a few to little bites.
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Cashew Caress in a Spinach-y Hug

It has been a lazy weekend. Out in the forest on the western shore snug in warm vests around a camp fire, it was the kind of weekend where we took long walks and read our books in the warmth of a thick fog down at the beach. Sand stretched into rocks which stretched out and under slow, crashing waves, which seemed to come from a white blanket of cloud hovering just far enough to give us the beach to rest, and to play.

The major moment of our days camping was building and lighting a fire for the evening. It took most of our attention, and all of our efforts. It was then around the roaring flames giving off both heat and light that we could sit and watch the cascades of dancing light around the trees. We had sticks for roasting marshmallows, and after a disappointing first gluten free s'more which I described as only worth it if you intended on giving your jaw a workout while trying to chew the two home made gluten free Graham crackers sandwiching a perfectly toasted marshmallow and a small square of chocolate. Appalled, I stuck them straight in the waste. I would have liked to at least given them a second life, but being too chewy and tough, I couldn't think of a better place for them.

I was instead comforted by the leftover chocolate, if marshmallows go hand in hand Graham crackers, then chocolate slips so easily into mine.
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This West Coast Living

For Dad's birthday: a West Coast feast of Mussels

I've always sort of complained about living on an island and travelling to school everyday: the ferry, and the commute which entails, plus all those missed sailings that leave you waiting, or worse, stranded after the last boat of the day to Bowen disappears around the corner. There's also the effort and planning involved in going to town for the day, or even just to pick something up from a store which would normally only take 10 minutes. (Some might argue that kids from Bowen have an exceptional sense of time and organisation - I'll add that it's necessity rather than choice.) Add in the time for busing and you'll be home at 8 tonight, tell your teacher you can't come before school tomorrow either, unless you want to get up at 5 am. However, that isn't the point of this post. I wanted to take the time to share a moment of appreciation I had today for where I live, and the amazing opportunities I've enjoyed growing up in such a rural, carefree environment. From the moment when we could walk and play, I was outside, exploring the tunnels of trees and ferns that made up our backyard, which seemed to expand across the whole island. It wasn't until I turned seven that I remember realising our backyard only made up one part of a whole neighborhood of houses each with their own backyards. Which meant more trees to explore, more trails to map out, and wearing our exploring hats and holding fake cameras to capture our adventures, we made our way quietly - so as not to disturb the wonders of the trees, we loved to imagine a whole community of fairies hidden away among the branches and beneath the underbrush of the forest - and eventually found the perfect site to set up a wooden fort. Collecting large sticks and fallen branches to build our own camp, each new place became somewhere to play for hours. 

There was also the great big rope swing that was strung between two trees, one that I only ever swung on once before bulldozers moved in, and as quickly as the trees came down, as well as the forts of kids and evidence of their alternate worlds, houses were built up maximising the space that was once an entire planet still being explored to kids. 

It seems there is always a battle between nature and the destruction of machines. Not so literally as science-fiction might suggest, but the great bodies of orange bulldozers are always the first sign of trees to fall, dirt to be picked up and moved by the ton, and a whole new façade for the area. I remember along the Cape Roger Curtis coastline a few years ago, an area which has undergone a huge development, bulldozers were the first to show up, and since then have marked the continuing changes occurring and those to come. Lots have been cordoned off with fences and signs pushing the public out of areas we we've always had free range to explore, and the areas we've had to play camouflage and hide-and-seek on our walks with visiting relatives have now become shadows of the newest house, or somewhere beneath the newly paved road across the bed of what was once a seasonal stream.

And now, as houses are slowly being constructed with optimal views, the path which long-time residents of Bowen have always enjoyed has been squished into a thin and controlled line along the coast, with fenced hedges along either side. It is unclear whether the fences are to protect the plants from hungry deer (the grass and ferns which they once fed on bulldozed into piles of dirt), or to deter people from damaging the hedges in a fight of protest. A sense of distrust between both groups that was established from the onset of the project.

Mum and I walked along this path today, one that has become even more popular as more and more people come to see the changes that have undergone as million dollar lots are purchased, and we noted the slow integration of pieces of construction into each lot, perhaps in hope that the public will fail to notice, and their private dock will pass through council so they can travel to their summer cottage without being forced to ride the ferry, and meet the people who have grown up and seen all the changes that money and a sense of entitlement or power that often goes along with it which has been brought to the island. 

We used to walk down this path as kids, with our parents and their backpacks that held food for a picnic, and if we were planning on making a day out of it, matches and paper for a fire on the beach. Today, people are still trying to claim the beach as a public space, and in the middle of a circle of arranged logs was a fire pit made from rocks set above the high tide line to keep it on the beach until someone, disgruntled by trespassers, dismantled it. This reminded me of days we would spend at the lighthouse of the Cape, paddling in the rock pools looking for starfish and sea snails, and building rock forts for nature dolls that my sister would sometimes make out of mosses and sticks, and for hair, 'old man's beard.' Our parents would always have a large thermos of fruity tea, and passing around the flask we would warm up before dashing out after only just finishing a cheese sandwich. There were days when we would miss the beach completely after getting caught up in games among the trees, spending hours playing hide-and-seek, or running through the ferns and trails so caught up in the excitement. 

It's sad to see the coastline completely changed, transformed from the wilderness I remember from my childhood, and molded into someone else's perfected ideal of how nature can be controlled. Advertisements for the area, videos of the coast and the 'natural beauty' of the properties including wildlife and the untouched landscape, reflect a peaceful coast, but as buyers bring in supplies and ideas for building, that serenity quickly becomes past, and changes to the natural ecosystem as our neighborhood once saw when I was seven, leaves the coast and the area just like any other human settlement. With each additional property, and each new home built, it becomes more and more urbanised, a sterilized version of nature, manicured to banish the 'wild' out of wilderness.

I'd like to share a recipe for a west coast favourite, and along the Cape Roger Curtis rocks, the main ingredient can be found, growing in great expanse, and before the waste of many residents spoils the availability of these, they can be harvested and cooked fairly quickly - a delicious seafood dish. Mussels have always been a favourite of mine, and I suppose with living on an island, or near the sea, I've developed a taste for the salty taste of any seafood. It may as well be one of my favourite's, although we don't usually take mussels straight from the rocks. It can be done, and with enough knowledge about which mussels are good to eat, I bet they'd be delicious. Using store-bought or mussels straight from the sea, or even from a local fisherman who knows the rocks well, seafood feasts are great for weekend dinners, parties, and tasty treats.

Mussels in White Wine and Cream Sauce

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{Makes 1lb mussels, which served 3 of us perfectly}

{Ingredients:}

1 lb fresh mussels

2 oz dry, white wine

4oz (118 mL) heavy cream

1 large shallot, diced finely

2 cloves garlic, diced finely

1/3 cup fresh parsley, chopped

{Directions:}

First, wash the mussels in cold running water, doing a quick visual inspection of each mussel. Throw any mussels away that have a cracked or broken shell, feel very light, or are open. Open mussels can be tapped gently on the surface, and fresh ones will close, if they don't, throw them away. Finally, remove any "beards" on the mussels (these are what helps the mussels to hold onto rocks) by pulling up and down to remove. Rinse again, and you're ready to cook!

In a large saucepan with a thick bottom, one that has a tight fitting lid, heat wine, shallots and garlic, and bring to a boil.

Add the mussels, and cover with the lid, lowering the heat to medium-high and cooking for about 5 minutes. At this point the mussels should all be fully open, and should be plump and juicy - careful not to overcook.

Spoon out the mussels into a serving bowl, leaving the liquid in the saucepan. 

Add in the cream and bring to a boil, and then add the parsley before pouring over the mussels.

Serve immediately with freshly baked bread, such as these delicious gluten free Rosemary Garlic Bread Buns which I seem to make every time we have mussels (they're so quick and easy!) and are perfect to dip in the remaining liquid. The shells of eaten mussels can be used as tongs to eat other mussels.

Enjoy! xx S.

A Pear of Us

I write this sitting on the beach, (I never imagined my iPhone would be so useful) as the dog runs playfully across the white stones and bounds up and over the logs. She's sprayed me a couple of times already in her exuberance and excitement at being out and enjoying the bright blue sky and warmth of the sun. But I don't mind today, I'm not angry.

I've felt this odd sense of calm today, even as I walked through the house it was almost as if I stepped lighter, and freer. And despite being unable to catch the bus because it was full, I was relaxed, and eventually it worked out, I made the ferry, and came home smiling after a walk home. I can't work out whether its from the release of tensions and sweat in a class of hot yoga yesterday, with temperatures at 40°C at least, or perhaps I have finally finished term two in school, and I no longer have the pressures of deadlines weighing down on me. It seemed that everyone else was still caught up in the winter blues, and my acts of small kindness today, smiles and gestures, were unobserved today, or taken the wrong way. Many middle-aged women frowned at me, I was doing everything right, but to them, everything wrong.

However, I kept that out of my mind, and focused on this feeling keeping my spirits uplifted and my mood enlightened. I've never felt such a strong release from exercise than yesterday's class of yoga. The room was packed, and after being led through poses for seventy-five minutes with the instructors calming and assertive voice, everyone could feel beads of sweat forming, and then falling from us. It sounds gross, being stuck in a hot, humid room with many other strangers, but there was also this strange sense of communion and strength in the practice.

I feel the space between my shoulders widen, and the crease of my brow relax. Instead of frowning with the feeling of cold droplets hitting the back of my legs as the dog shakes, I laugh, pick up her stick, and throw it back into the water, watching her bound and leap with energy and motivation.

It does feel like spring, little crocuses have begun to peep up out of the earth in bunches, and small white petals can just be seen unfurling to the flowers still hidden. Pink blossoms on the trees bud out along the branches, bright dashes of pink in contrast to the bleak grasses and grey leafless trees.

I think I might venture back to the yoga studio soon, I'm already missing the heat in this crisp air, and the energy I felt afterward is more than enough to entice me back.

My dog again paws at my legs, and as I turn to her she races down to the waves lapping against the stones,

"Where's your stick?"

I call out, and she pounces upon the wave behind her, swimming in circles looking. She must have seen something because at that moment she dove under the water only to come up with a snort, and a stream of water drained out her mouth. She might be a water springer spaniel, but she hasn't quite perfected her swimming, despite her big webbed feet.

She paces the beach now, still looking for the stick. The stick that sank when I threw it out, still heavy and water-logged from the weeks rain. At least I can see the blue sky again.

At the word 'home' she gets excited all over again, probably expecting that with it comes food. However considering its taken me more than half an hour to cross the length of the beach as I repeatedly pause to continue writing, I'm not surprised she's whining and jumping at me.

The word 'home' also reminds me of cooking dinner tonight, for mum and dad when they come home from last night's date-night in Victoria. I think of dessert first, perhaps pears.

"Okay. Home now,"

I promise, and she speeds up the trail ahead of me before pausing, and bounding right back down to where I am.

Chai Poached Pears with Chocolate Sauce
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Have you ever craved something sweet, but been turned off by the richness, as if it's almost too much for that small bite of delectable flavour you've been wishing for all week. These poached pears are the perfect balance of fresh ingredients with a bite of sweetness, and peared (pun intended) with a creamy chocolate sauce, it's the perfect denouement to dinner.

Serves 3

Ingredients:

3 pears, ripe
1 cup water
3/4 cup pure cranberry juice, wine could also be used
1 tbsp lemon juice
1 tsp vanilla extract
3/4 cup brown sugar
2 star anise
1 cinnamon stick

1/2 cup chocolate chips
2 - 3 tbsp almond milk

Directions:

Peal the skins from the pears, keeping the stem intact.

In a medium sauce pan, pour in water, cranberry juice, and lemon juice along with vanilla, sugar, anise, and the cinnamon stick.

Bring the pot to a boil, and reduce to a simmer.

Very carefully, drop the peeled pears into the pan. Allow it to simmer for approximately 20 minutes.

Toss the pears very gently, and continue to simmer for a further 10 to 15 minutes.

Turn off the heat, and begin making the chocolate sauce.

In a microwaveable dish, combine the chocolate chips and almond milk, heat until completely melted and stir together.

Remove the pears from the pan and set into small individual serving dishes, pour a small amount of the liquid over top, and spoon the chocolate sauce over top.

These pears are delicious when served with vanilla ice cream.

**Note: the juice leftover from poaching the pears can be saved! It makes a delicious warm spiced cranberry chai, just add a little more water and heat over the stove.

Enjoy! xx S.

The Temptation of Chocolate Dessert

I am sorry. I know it's late this Sunday afternoon. And you're most likely busy, getting ready for the upcoming week, focusing on important tasks, or things that need to be done around the house. And here I am, posting a delicious Raw Chocolate Hazelnut Cake recipe to steal away your attention. So, I will warn you now, if you've got more pressing things, people tugging at your sleeve to get jobs done, and if I were you, save yourself from the temptation and stop reading right now. I know, I should be pleading you to read on, but I promise that you'll want to drop everything and start cooking when you see this recipe. So stop reading now, I mean it. Don't be swamped by the temptation and the promise of delicious, creamy, chocolatey, dessert. And before I tell you how amazing this is. And how it's gluten free. And that it can be made to be raw as well. And how little active cooking time it needs. Did I mention the flavour?

Okay, sorry. You've got things to do.

Chocolate is more than a craving for me, it's a lifestyle choice. And that's why I'm always sure to incorporate chocolate into my life - I even have a board on Pinterest dedicated to chocolate, you can bet it's one of the largest - and I make sure the craving doesn't go un-indulged with gluten free Chocolate Chip Cookies, Chocolate Clusters, and Brownie Bliss Bars.

It also doesn't help that Valentines Day gave us another excuse to have chocolate lying around. Mum and dad exchanged identical Toblerone bars, and I received small packs of little gluten free (and organic!) chocolate. Of course, I had to share. I decided upon something a little different that our usual Chocolate Lava Cake for our Valentine's dinner, and after searching up different recipes and reading reviews, I decided upon the chocolate flavour with the creaminess similar to a cheesecake - perfect, but undoubtedly, very rich.

As I come home from our grad Semi Formal in the pouring sunshine, a little too bright for tired eyes, and making me sneeze awkwardly, I can't think of the usual Saturday and Sunday cook-off in my kitchen without a glass of chocolate almond milk to keep me going. It seems to be my pick-me-up drink, the coconut water to my own tired self.

We must have been out quite late after leaving the Aquarium and all the fish in their tanks behind us. Including Nemo and his friends, and the massive turtle that swam with the sharks. Including the grandpa shark. In toppling heels my friend and first trekked through the grass field to the bus stop before hitting Granville street in search of late night sushi, instead finding two of our friends who had just found pizza, and no sushi restaurants which we were willing to walk to. So, with no luck to satisfy our craving, we settled on hot chocolate - surprised? No.

Chocolate Hazelnut Cake
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I served this at my family's Valentine's dinner, a sweet, rich, and creamy dessert made from all natural ingredients that was enjoyed thoroughly. I made the dessert pots quite large, so none of us were actually able to finish them, so they were stored in the fridge for a later date. I've altered the servings so that it serves 6 rather than 3, because the richness of cashews and chocolate causes this dessert to be better enjoyed in small portions.

Makes 6 individual mini cakes

Ingredients

Crust

1/2 cup hazelnut meal (Made by blending hazelnuts until finely ground)
3 bsp raw cocoa powder
1 1/2 tbsp maple syrup (or 1 tbsp agave nectar)
1 pinch sea salt

Filling

1 cups raw cashews, soaked in water for 4 - 6 hours and rinsed
3 tbsp raw hazelnut butter
1/4 cup coconut oil, melted
1/4 cup maple syrup (or 3 tbsp agave nectar)
1/4 cup raw cocoa powder
1/4 cup water
1/4 tsp salt

Chocolate Sauce

2 tbsp coconut oil, melted
1 tsp vanilla extract
2 tbsp maple syrup (or 1 1/2 tbsp agave nectar)
2 tbsp raw cocoa powder

Directions

If making (1) 9” cake, use a springform pan. For individual cakes, a muffin tin works great.
For the crust, blend all the ingredients together in a food processor until it is well combined and sticks together when pressed between fingers. Press the crust into the bottom of desired pan, about 1/4 inch thick.

Set aside while you making the filling.

In a food processor or powerful blender mix together cashews, maple syrup, water, and salt. Mix until totally smooth, scraping down the sides of the processor as necessary. Add cocoa powder, hazelnut butter and coconut oil to cashew mixture and blend all together, scraping down again, until mixture is uniformly combine.

*If you cant find raw hazelnut butter, you can make your own by blending raw hazelnuts in a food processor until smooth and buttery, scraping down the sides often. Chockohlawtay has a good hazelnut butter tutorial.

Spoon filling on top of the crust. Place cheesecake in the freezer until solid all the way through (at least 2 hours for individual cheesecakes, 4 for large cheesecake).

Once frozen remove cheesecake from the pan. If using silicone mold, they will easily pop out. If you have a muffin tin, run a sharp, hot knife around the edges of each cheesecake. Using knife as a lever, push down from the bottom. The cheesecakes should pop out.

Place cake in the refrigerator while making the chocolate sauce.

Mix ingredients together with fork. Scoop a little onto cold cheesecake. Place back in fridge and let sauce harden.

Top with chopped hazelnuts. Serve cold.

Enjoy! xx S

Sweetest of Potatoes

Winter means its time to dig up the root vegetables and enjoy the comfort of a staple winter food.

Sweet Potatoes. They are what I can only describe as real and essential bliss. Freshly roasted and cooled after a few minutes under the heat of the oven - steam rising from the punctured skin, a soft and sweet middle - I'd have them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if I could, and I'd be happy as a yam to eat them plain.

However, they can surely be glammed up any way you like. And instead of resigning the sweet potato to "side dish status," let's make the sweet potato the center piece of your dinner plate, all forks on set. This luscious dish deserves all these photos, it's definitely center stage (or table) tonight.

I'll take those sweet potatoes any day. Bake them. Stuff them.

Start by halving a fresh sweet potato lengthwise and place it in the hot oven, baking until tender. It should look something like this:

How healthy and delicious are those little sweet potatoes? The bright orange colour just screams out the health benefits. Sweet potatoes are the highest source of beta-carotene - an antioxidant important for giving the carrots and the oranges the orange colour. Sweet potatoes are also bursting with essential vitamins for our diet, such as vitamins A and C.

Did you know that the sporamins in sweet potatoes, or "storage proteins," help the vegetable to heal itself after physical damage? Now I wouldn't mind getting some of that!

While cooking this recipe I thought of all the recipes which involve scraping the cooked sweet potato flesh from the skin to mash it with other flavourful ingredients before re-stuffing it into the skins. I admit, this is a delicious way to enjoy sweet potato, however, what's better than enjoying the sweet potato in all its natural flavours that it has to offer without the added chore of scraping, mashing and re-stuffing. That means following a more minimalistic route, skipping those steps, and simply cracking the golden babies open when they're hot from the oven to scoop a delicious mix of complementing ingredients over top. Or perhaps a Yam Tuna Bake is more pleasing right now?

Quinoa and Chard Stuffed Sweet Potatoes
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Sweet potatoes sing and quinoa dances in this wonderful combination of nature's finest super foods enriched with a delicate chile sauce drizzled over top with spring onions and basil to serve - just sit back and let the health benefits of this delicious dinner take the stage.

Ingredients

2 small sweet potatoes

1/2 cup quinoa
1 cup water

2 cups freshly chopped chard leaves
1 tomato, diced
2 tbsp sliced almonds

2 tbsp of baked sweet potato (taken from potatoes above), mashed
2 tbsp mayonnaise
2 pinches chile powder
2 tbsp maple syrup

2 spring onions, sliced
3 basil leaves, chopped finely

Directions

Cook the sweet potatoes in an oven preheated to 400°F. Bake until tender, 45 minutes to an hour.

In a sieve, rinse the dry quinoa under cold running water. This will remove any "mush-promoting" grit remaining on the grain.

Combine the uncooked quinoa and water in a saucepan over high heat and bring to a boil, do not stir as it will disturb the cooking process.

As water begins to bubble, turn off the heat and place a lid over the pan. Allow the quinoa to cook - no peeking or stirring! - for 5 to 10 minutes.

Meanwhile, toss the chopped chard into a steamer over boiling water and cook until softened. Alternatively, cook in about 1 inch of water in a wide saucepan. Allow to cool slightly before combining with diced tomatoes and sliced almonds in a small bowl, set aside.

With the sweet potatoes out of the oven, place them in separate serving plates and spread the two halves apart.

Scoop one tablespoon from each sweet potato and mash in a small bowl, combine with mayonnaise, chile powder and maple syrup, blending evenly. To thin out the sauce mix in a dash of liquid - water, vinegar or oil - until the desired consistency has been reached.

Fluff the cooked quinoa with a fork before scooping onto the open sweet potato, dividing it equally between the two. Layer the chard salad over top, and drizzle with the sweet potato chile sauce.

Serve with the chopped spring onions and basil leaves sprinkled over.

Dive into the sweetest potato of all comfort food.

xx S.

A Party of Turkeys

I've tried to make blogging a consistent thing for me, especially with new goals for the upcoming year to stay focused on projects and commitments, but it turns out that stress and things going on really do get in the way. It's been test after test the last week, leaving me without time for cooking, and barely any time for just sitting on the couch to relax.

Usually, I get everything done on the weekend, however last Friday through Sunday each day was filled with jobs to do, and a birthday party one evening! I turned seventeen last week, and for my special day I invited a few of my close friends for a little afternoon tea party. I expected a small little get-together, but to my surprise when I walked in the door, the dining room table was laid with elegant little porcelain teacups and saucers, and two steaming pots of Earl Grey tea - my favourite.

There were six of us seated around the table covered with a red table cloth and a delicious array of mum's gluten-free home baking, from scones with clotted cream and jam to almond macaroons with orange icing sandwiched. There was also a small plate full of traditional English cucumber sandwiches on gluten-free bread - a must for any proper British Teatime.

I was so surprised to see so much baking, and so much delicacy put into my tea party, and it truly made it special to walk in the door to the perfect table setting. It is without a doubt that everyone enjoyed the gluten free treats, and no one hid their shock at everything being gluten free but still so tasty. Instead, the scones, macaroons, and jam filled shortbread cookies, were devoured as cups of tea were refilled continuously, and the kettle remained on for at least an hour.

Just as we thought that mum had been amazing by baking and preparing everything, one of my friends jumped up and pulled something from the fridge - my view was blocked luckily! She hung around in the kitchen for a few moments, before a large chocolate cake was brought over with brightly lit candles and everyone began singing Happy Birthday.

It definitely made it that much more special that I haven't had friends over, or really done anything, for my birthday in a number of years. In the middle of January things always seem to busy to plan a party, and it's usually much easier to pass by another birthday without creating more havoc with the stress of trying to do something. Except, it wasn't like that at all. Mum told me that she would plan the party, and do the baking, and make the tea, and clean the house - "All for me?" I asked.

"Just for you."

The cake which mum made was definitely the best cake I've ever eaten, it was made from real chocolate, and layered with a creamy chocolate coconut icing (we still had a lot of leftover chocolate from Christmas, which everyone was happy to put to good use). I remember when I was little her cakes were always decorated amazingly, one year she made a pink castle cake for a castle themed party, and another made a cake in the shape of a kid in pajamas when I had a pajama party. And this year, because I love chocolate, and asked for a gluten-free party, she made a wonderful, stacked, iced, and decorated chocolate cake that was about as good as you can get. It didn't even deflate after being cooked, and it didn't even crumble.

Everyone was so full after all the tea and baked goods, that we sat around the table chatting and laughing. Mum even said that all she could hear from upstairs at certain points when she took out her headphones was bouts of hysterical laughter, as if we were all caught in fits. We must have sat around that table for about three hours, completely enjoying being around each other and being so comfortable chatting away like gobbling turkeys. Every one of us has known each other from when were at least in preschool, and have grown up together, through elementary school, and now nearly through high school together. It was while looking through my old albums that we realised how close we all are, there are pictures of us all together at my previous birthday parties (the castle party and pyjama party included) and playing at school or at home as well. Each of my friends who came for that tea party found themselves numerously in the albums, and we just laughed more at some of the faces pulled in photographs.

I was in such bliss of being around my friends, all so close to me, and my stomach ached from laughing so hard with them that afternoon.

"Thank you mumma," I whispered after my friends had gone home, "That was the best tea party ever."

Smoked-Cranberry Turkey Balls
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These were not served at the tea party, but they could be, as a perfect pairing of sweet and sour, these little turkey balls are delicious appetizer-sized meatballs with a cranberry-orange barbecue sauce. Pierce them with toothpicks, and they're perfect for sharing at a party!

Makes 12 turkey balls

Ingredients

Meatballs:

1/2 lb (8-12 oz) ground turkey or shredded turkey leftover from Christmas or Thanksgiving dinner
1/2 cup gluten-free breadcrumbs, such as Glutino brand
1/4 minced onion
2 tbsp finely chopped parsley
1 egg
Salt and pepper

Sauce:

1/3 cup cranberry sauce
2 tbsp smoky hickory or chipotle barbecue sauce
1 tbsp lemon juice
1 tsp gluten-free soy sauce
1 tsp grated orange zest

Directions

Preheat oven to 400°F.

In a food processor or large bowl, combine turkey, gluten-free bread crumbs, onion, parsley, egg, salt and pepper.

Form mixture into bite-sized balls, approximately 1 - 1 1/2 inches wide.

Lightly coat a baking sheet with cooking oil, such as grape seed, and place the meatballs about 1 inch apart.

Bake for 12-15 minutes, or until cooked through completely. Halfway through cooking time stir meatballs to brown both sides.

Meanwhile, combine cranberry sauce, barbecue sauce, lemon juice, soy sauce and orange zest in a small pot. Over medium heat, cook the sauce until the cranberry sauce has melted and the mixture begins to bubble, about 5 minutes.

Remove the meatballs from oven, and transfer to a large pot. Pour the sauce over and stir gently until the meatballs are completely coated in sauce.

Cover and summer over low heat for 5 minutes, stirring occasionally. Serve hot.