Monday 26 October 2015

Wet weather weekends are the perfect reason to stay indoors and bake!

With the weather turning wet, windy and wild over the weekend it's time to stay indoors in the warm and put my baking hat back on.

With a whole weekend to myself I decided to make not one but two bakes this weekend starting with a gorgeous carrot and walnut cake with cream cheese frosting. Followed by a rustic scotch egg pie.
Having a peek in the fridge on a soggy Saturday morning I noticed the sheer amount of carrots lurking in the salad draw and thought to myself what a great excuse to make a delicious carrot cake.
Carrot Cake
I trawled through my recipe books at home and couldn't find a recipe that I liked and headed off onto the Internet to stumble across this recipe by Paul Hollywood. Looking in the cupboards and not wanting to go out in the rain I amended the recipe slightly to feature walnuts instead of pecan nuts and I had to miss out the mixed spice as this was missing from the spice rack, however I did increase the Cinnamon and ginger slightly to make up for this missing ingredient.

Carott Cake By Paul Hollywood
Ingredients
155ml sunflower oil, plus extra for greasing
230g self-raising flour
 1 tsp baking powder
1½ tsp ground cinnamon
½ tsp mixed spice
½ tsp ground ginger
230g light brown muscovado sugar
Finely grated zest of 1 satsuma or mandarin, plus strips to decorate
100g pecans, halved
260g carrots, coarsely grated
 3 medium free-range eggs, beaten

For the icing 
50g butter, softened
200g full-fat cream cheese
150g icing sugar, plus extra to dust
2 tsp orange juice


Method
01. Preheat the oven to 180°C/fan160°C/gas 4. Grease an 18cm loose-bottomed round cake tin and line the base with baking paper. Sift the flour, baking powder and spices into a large bowl. Add the sugar, zest, pecans and grated carrots, then stir until well combined. Stir in the beaten eggs and oil, then mix well. 

02. Pour into the prepared cake tin and bake in the oven for 1 hour or until a skewer comes out clean. Transfer to a cooling rack, leave in the tin for 5 minutes, then turn out and leave to cool completely before icing. 

03. For the icing, beat the butter in a large bowl with a hand mixer until really soft. Add the cream cheese and beat again until well mixed. Sift over the icing sugar, add the orange juice, then beat until smooth. Store, covered, in the fridge until needed. 

04. To decorate, fill a piping bag fitted with a plain, small nozzle with icing, then carefully pipe lines across the top of the cake. Give the cake a quarter of a turn and pipe more lines across. Dust with a little icing sugar and scatter some grated satsuma/mandarin zest on the top. 


I've got to say the bake went beautifully, an easy recipe to follow and a great cake and once cooled I moved onto creating the cream cheese frosting. Sadly this is where mt cake was a little bit of a let down. I had bought a healthy living version of cream cheese rather than full fat and it was seriously watery. I tried to make up the icing the best I could but the liquid icing was impossible to thicken up.

Even half a box of icing sugar later couldn't help! A light drizzle of the icing was used on top of the cake and it tasted delicious even if there was a lot of wasted icing and it wasn't quite like the picture.

Moral of the story, don't be healthy when baking! Always use full fat cream cheese when it tells you to. Hopefully the judges on the Great Denby Bake off aren't as strict as Paul Hollywood and will give me credit for my resourcefulness and adaptation of the recipe.
Carrot Cake

Whilst that cake was cooling it was time to make me a pie! This weekend I was joined at home by my poorly partner with a snuffly flu type cough and cold. What better way to make your loved one feel better than with home made pie. Again heading straight to the Internet I found a recipe for a scotch egg pie from the BBC and this time I altered the recipe slightly to feed just the two of us.

Scotch egg pie - BBC
Ingredients
8 medium eggs
14 Lincolnshire sausages
1 tsp ground mace
1 tbsp thyme leaf
100g fresh breadcrumbs
500g pack shortcrust pastry flour, for dusting
1 tbsp sesame seed

Method  
01. Put 6 of the eggs in a large pan of cold water. Bring to the boil, then remove from the heat. Leave for 5 mins, then lift out eggs and cool under cold running water. Peel. 

02. Snip the ends of the sausages and squeeze the meat out into a mixing bowl. Add the mace, thyme, 75g of the breadcrumbs, 1 remaining egg and some ground pepper, and mix together well – you’ll probably need to get your hands in. 

03. Heat oven to 200C/180C fan/gas 6. Criss-cross 2 long strips of baking parchment in a 20cm pie tin or round cake tin (to help you lift out the pie). Roll out half the pastry on a lightly floured surface to line the tin. Scatter remaining breadcrumbs over the base of the pastry, then pat in about a quarter of the sausage mixture. Evenly space the peeled eggs on top, then gently pack the meat around and over – trying to evenly cover the eggs without leaving any gaps. 

04. Roll out remaining pastry, cover the pie, then trim the edges. Pinch and crimp edges to seal, poke a steam hole in the top, then glaze with the final egg, lightly beaten with a fork. Scatter with the sesame seeds, then bake for 30 mins. 

05. Remove the pie from the oven and carefully remove it from the tin. Place on a baking tray and return to the oven for 10 mins to brown the sides of the pie. Transfer to a wire rack to cool, then serve in chunky wedges. 
Scotch Egg Pie

I made my own home made pastry and whilst this chilled in the fridge I moved over to hard boil some eggs and make the sausage meat mixture. Once these were done it was time to assemble the pie and bake.
My only criticism on this pie is that the pastry was maybe a bit too thick and I had to bake the pie for slightly longer as sections were a little doughy. But that was my fault making too much pastry and insisting on using it all! I love to be a bit naughty and love pastry so the thick delicious pastry wasn't a problem but next time I will use slightly less and save my waistline the trauma of eating additional pie pastry!
Scotch Egg Pie

All in all both recipes were great, both easy to follow and easily adjusted to what I had in the cupboard and avoiding any trips to the local shops in the gale force winds and sideways rain.

I will definitely make both items again and the best bit of news, the pie and cake made my poorly boy feel better.

Wednesday 14 October 2015

Running The Cardiff Half Marathon

This time last year going for a run was something that I did not do. I couldn't run for 5 minutes, I had running trainers but these were about 10 years old and hadn’t seen the light of day for many years. But after hearing about Park Run I attended my first 5km run in December 2014.

I started off jogging and soon found myself out of breath and walking around the 5km course but I got around the course and although I came in last with only the tail runner behind me I felt great having attempted to run again. The following day I could barely walk, my muscles hurt, going up and down stairs was a challenge but after a few days of this wearing off I was already thinking about going to Park Run the following week.

As the weeks went by I was not only going to Park Run on a regular basis I was getting quicker and beginning to really enjoy running. As the weeks passed I bought new runner trainers, new running clothes and was really getting into my new hobby.

As the spring approached, so did my 30th birthday and with this I decided that what better way to celebrate then signing up to do my first half marathon. In May 2015 I signed up to run in the Cardiff Half Marathon in Cardiff in October 2015. I figured that was plenty of time to get fit. What I hadn't anticipated was that not long after my 30th birthday I had pulled a muscle in my calf that just would not heal.

After weeks and weeks of treatment through the physiotherapist and the chiropractor and joining a weekly yoga class just six weeks before the big day I did my first run in three months. The massive break was absolutely heart-breaking. I had only just found something that I really enjoyed and was really looking forward to it and all this seemed to be in jeopardy with my injury.

However those six weeks before the half I started training, I started with walking gently building up the miles walked before adding a one mile run in themiddle of my walk. Slowly I gradually started to build the distance back up and hoped that in just six weeks I would be able to run a whole 13.1 miles.

The weekend of the half marathon arrived and we left Cornwall and drove the three hour journey up country and across into Wales. Arriving in Cardiff we ventured into the runners village to get our bearings to know where to head the following morning. We then found the hotel and had a lazy evening of carb loading and watching movies.
Nervously waiting to start my first half marathon
Nervously waiting to start my first half marathon

As the morning of the race approached I couldn't sleep and woke up at 6am full of nerves and excitement. I tried to get some breakfast down me but being so nervous and up so early I could only manage to eat a small cereal bar. Not before long it was time to leave the hotel and take the 30 minute walk from the hotel to the start line. As we left our room there were lots of other runners also out early on the Sunday morning and we followed crowds of people walking the same direction in running clothes into the city centre.

Waiting to run the Cardiff Half Marathon
Waiting to run the Cardiff Half Marathon
Looking at the crowds at the start of the cardiff half marathon
Looking at the crowds at the start of the cardiff half marathon
Finding my pen, which wasn't hard as it was the slowest pen of the day right at the back, I joined the massive queue for the portaloo and after a 20 minute wait there, it was time to line up and get ready to run. There was literally 5 minutes to spare where I strapped my phone to my arm, arranged my headphones and gave my hoody to my partner and it was time to go. The crowds sang the Welsh national anthem, which I didn't know but it felt rather patriotic with 20,000 people all singing along. As each of the pens were released the gun would sound, the runners would set off and we would shuffle forwards getting closer and closer to the start line. Being my first half marathon I was really excited and really nervous, I was carried along in the crowds and the excitement and it hadn't really dawned on me about the actual run ahead.
Team Panda at the Cardiff Half Marathon
Team Panda at the Cardiff Half Marathon
Before I knew it we headed around the corner of Cardiff castle and the start line was in sight, the gun sounded and the pen in front of us were off and it was now our time to go. It was about 15 minutes since the official start at 9.00am when our gun fired, my heart skipped a beat and we were off. Cheering, screaming, clapping, the crowds were amazing, I bounced along smiling as I went, waving at completely random people as they called my name off of my running vest.
Approaching the start line at the Cardiff half marathon
Approaching the start line at the Cardiff half marathon
Crowds pour through the start of the Cardiff Half Marathon
Crowds pour through the start of the Cardiff Half Marathon
 Then the crowds died down, the runners started to spread out and we got into our groove and It was there, I was running my first ever half marathon! The emotions came over me in waves, running behind someone which had 'Nan' on their running vest and running for Cancer Research made me well up and felt a sense of amazement that I was one of these awesome people up early on a Sunday morning doing something gruelling to help others. I was doing this to raise money for WWF and help the environment and endangered animals and again feeling a sense of pride the emotions of the day washed over me. 

After about 15 minutes we had left the city centre and was now running alongside industrial area and car show rooms the crowds of support were not as present in this area and this was when it started to dawn on my just how much of a journey I was going on this morning. I don't know Cardiff and I had never done a half marathon before so all was a new experience to me. After several more minutes of running I saw the sign to mark the two mile point. I'm not sure what happened to the 1 mile mark I must have missed this but hitting the 2 miles it really dawned on me just how far this run was going to be.

Just after the 2 mile mark an ambulance sounded it's sirens and started to gently work its way through the runners to some body in need. This completely shocked me into reality, this wasn't a 5km park run jog around, this was a massive challenge and I had over ten miles to go and already people were in trouble and needing assistance. In my mind I thought about my run and worked out in my head that I would use an energy gel at each 4 mile marker and I only had 2 miles to go until my first boost of energy.

Reaching the 4 mile mark I reached for my first energy gel and managed to squeeze most of the contents of the sachet all over my hands and down my front and found myself in an awful sticky mess! Now not only was the realisation that I was running on empty and the cereal bar that I had for breakfast several hours earlier wasn't much sustenance to run 13 miles, my first energy gel was all over my body rather than in my body.

My mood was picked up by the glimpse of boats on the water and the sound of music up ahead and I picked my head up consumed what was left in my energy gel and carried on. As I continued plodding along I soon reached the Cardiff barrage and was jogging along by the sea. Having lived in Cornwall for the last 9 years seeing the sea gave me another boost and before I knew it I was passing through the 5 mile marker.

Continuing along the marathon course I turned right away from the water and headed through the six mile marker and passed through the water station where I was grateful for a bottle of water not only to drink but to rinse over my hands to remove some of the sticky mess that I had got into a couple of miles previously. I ran through cheering crowds, live music and lots of support, passing under a poster saying nearly halfway there I was feeling really strong and really enjoying the run.
Spotting me on the television at the Cardiff Half Marathon
Spotting me on the television at the Cardiff Half Marathon coverage on the BBC
I knew that I was now working towards seeing the support from my boyfriend who had promised to try and see my pass at mile eight.
To get to mile seven and eight was a little bit challenging, as you left the beauty of the harbour and the distraction on the sights and crowds the miles went by quite quickly. However the next two miles were up and over a duel carriageway. There were a few supporters on the side of the road, some set up for the morning with deck chairs and flasks but the gradual uphill over the roads below and seeing cars whizzing up alongside us on the other side of the dual carriageway was mentally quite draining but as we reached the end of the dual carriageway we headed back into the city and back into roaring crowds of support.

It seemed that mile seven on that dual carriageway was ages ago and I was now starting to feel the run in my legs but I knew that seeing my boyfriend would spur me on. As I started getting to what I thought would be closer to mile eight where we had agreed he would try and see me the crowds were all starting to build. I kept to the middle of the road and scanned left and right desperately trying to spot him. To my delight I could see him up ahead on the left, I started to weave in and out of runners and make my way over to the side of the road with a swift high five and a shout of good luck I continued and headed towards mile 9.

I was really starting to feel it now and consumed another gel shot, this time I opened it more carefully and managed to actually eat the majority of the gel. The support around these miles was great there were crowds in the streets cheering us on there were people holding out trays of jelly babies and the local church offering out cups of water. After mile 9, I approached an out and back section and got a glimpse of people 2 miles ahead of me passing me at their mile 12 point and it was here that I really hit the wall.

As I approached mile 10 we were running alongside the Roath Lake. I passed an old peoples residential home where all the elderly were sitting outside wrapped in blankets holding up signs saying only 2.5 miles to go. It was here I started to hit the wall, 2.5 miles to go, this was like doing another whole parkrun. I was seriously flagging, I kept getting glimpses of the runners on the other side of the lake that were closer to finishing and I was really struggling on through. I turned the corner at the top of the lake and knew we were heading back into the city now and then BAM. I got cramp in my toe!

I wiggled my toes to try and rid the cramp and then it went from cramp in a toe to my whole leg going stiff, cramping and into spasm. I went from the steady paced jog that I had been doing for the last 2 hours to a walking limping cramping mess. I decided that now was the time to consume my last energy gel to get me through the last 2 miles. I could see the mile 11 marker in the distance and told myself to walk and consume the gel and consume some water and hope that the cramp would soon go. Of which it did and with people calling my name and cheering me on I picked up the limpy walk fritted my teeth and got back into a slow jog and found myself getting back into the grove a bit... and then comes the hill!!!!
I was warned about the hill at mile 12 and I looked at the gradient map and though pfffft If I can do Lanhydrock Park Run which is one of the toughest park runs in the UK then this hill would be a doddle. OH how wrong could I be, the minute I hit the change in gradient and the change in pace the cramping and twinging fired back into my leg. I walked up the hill and was joined by a fellow panda named James also running for the WWF. We walked up the hill together chatted a bit and then both reached the top, commended each other and were ready for one last mile to the finish line.

At this point things start to become a blur, as you reach the city centre the crowds start to build and the runners start to funnel in close to each other and sweep through the city roads. At this point I'm not really thinking about anything, just concentrating on not stopping and keeping one foot in front of the other and as I turn a corner I see it. The Finish Line. It's literally a 100 metre run to the end, I was coming to the end of my first half marathon.

I raised my arms in celebration at crossing the finish line and get chorused through by volunteers passing you water, bananas and directing you to receive your sized running t-shirt and finally your medal. I heard my name being called and realised that my boyfriend was there at the finish line and had watched me come through. I walked over for hugs and continued to walk through to the exit of the finish line.
With my medal at the Cardiff Half MarathonMandi Brooks with my medal at the Cardiff Half Marathon
 
I didn't want to stop at this point, I felt like I was floating I just kept walking. I drank the water, had a recovery sachet and ate my banana and finished with a massage and wasn't feeling too bad so headed back to the finish line to support any runners still yet to finish. After cheering and waving and clapping other runners through we decided we should start making our way home as we had another half hour walk back to the car and a three hour drive home. The walk back to the car was gruelling I really was hurting at this point. The back of one knee and the opposite hip were throbbing and upon reaching the car I flopped into the passenger seat where my partner kindly drove us home.

Mandi Brooks with my medal and T-Shirt at the Cardiff Half Marathon
Mandi Brooks with my medal and T-Shirt at the Cardiff Half Marathon
I wore my medal and commemorative t-shirt the whole way home and felt so proud. The next few days were interesting when walking upstairs but after a couple more days my legs were feeling more normal.

I had done it, I had run a half marathon. From my first ever Park Run to a half marathon in just 10 months and I had raised over £400 for the WWF.

Running my first half marathon in 2 hours 23 minutes
Running my first half marathon in 2 hours 23 minutes
I felt AWESOME and it wasn't long before I was back at Park Run the following week and already perusing through the internet finding out what my next run to enter would be.