Living life as a creative is a funny thing. I can’t speak for all creatives, but there is this dance I do with my own mind. Most days I am springing out of bed in the morning all smiles knowing I will be doing what I love for the day. Work doesn’t actually feel like ‘work’, it feels more like creative fun. And even the usually laborious business aspects of freelancing don’t actually feel so tedious, as they come hand-in-hand with snapping and editing photos. There really is no downside to finding what you love doing and doing it.
There is however a downside to being an artist. I am without a doubt my own worst critic. Now before I launch into a woe-is-me story about how I struggle with self-doubt, I will save you the agony of having to read that but rather tell you how things look sometimes behind the scenes. I don’t love every photograph I take. I watched a video once of a famous food photographer who walked in, styled some food, snapped it, and off she went. I was amazed. Maybe I will be like that some day, that confident and fabulous at photographing food that I could do it perfectly first go. Maybe? I doubt that. You see my mind works a million miles an hour, and usually what I have in my mind never pans out quite the same in the flesh. Most of the time what materialises is actually better than what I initially planned or thought. But never exactly the same. Perhaps that kind of vision that works first go is what divides those that have to work hard at it and those that are born with it. Who knows.
Truth is, if I didn’t have that agonising ongoing thought process happening, I think photography would be like a desk job to me. Boring. I think it’s the constant ticking over of ideas that keeps this little creative soul happy. However with that comes a desire to do bigger and better, and I think my little blog has suffered because of that mentality. Sometimes I cook or bake something and now find myself wondering if it is special enough to share here. Then today it hit me how silly that thought is. I often go trawling the web for simple dishes purely for the fact I love to keep it simple in the kitchen, so why can’t I share the simple stuff here with you too? I mean, if you prefer a towering four layer cake, I share them sometimes too, but some days simple really is best.
The other day I decided to take a day off from editing and spent it in the kitchen instead. I made Gourmet Girlfriend’s bluddy fantastic Xiajiang Lamb. Seriously guys, amazingly good. And to go with that I made some sweet sticky tempeh, both of which I will share here later this week. Aside from that however, I have been whipping up easy (and boring) dishes that really aren’t worthy of this space (eggs on toast, stir fry, eggs on toast), but then there is this. Do you remember those delightful flapjacks I made from Lunchlady’s recipe? Well I had a bright idea to make some more. But this time I added some old bananas. And then thought you know what will go nicely with banana? Coconut of course! So threw some of that in too.
Ingredients // makes about 16 pieces
80g brown sugar
3 tablespoons golden syrup
250g rolled oats
2 overly ripe bananas, mashed
50g shredded coconut
1 teaspoon cinnamon
Preheat oven to 180C.
Line a 20cm square or rectangular tin with parchment paper.
Melt butter, brown sugar and golden syrup in a saucepan.
Once melted, add oats, bananas, coconut and cinnamon, combine well.
Place the mixture into your lined tin and press down with a spoon until the base of the tin is covered and mixture is level.
Sprinkle the top with a small handful of coconut and pop into oven for 25 minutes or until golden brown.
Allow to cool before cutting into about 16 bars.
Oh and by the way, cake crumbs & beach sand made the People’s Choice award round for the annual Australian Writers’ Centre competition. I would be eternally grateful if you had a moment to vote. I am not great at asking for votes, so here I am laying my heart on the line (not really, but sounds dramatic). If you have a moment and would like to vote, head here. Thanks in advance.