Tuesday, 28 February 2012

Our Wonderful and Amazing Universe

I just had to share this with you all! Isn’t our God so amazing and wonderful that He could create all this! Just click on the link below, and prepare to be in awe of our Creator!
The Scale of the Universe
Hope you enjoy!

Monday, 27 February 2012

Pizza :)

Ahh, pizza... Definitely one of my favourite things to make - unique every time, you can make it to your own personal tastes, and it uses up scraps! This recipe is so simple to make, and so delicious, I just HAD to share it with you. Hope you enjoy it!! (Please excuse the weirdly angled photos, it is a little tricky to do a photo shoot with one hand haha :p)

1 cup of flour, seasoned with mixed herbs and a sprinkle of salt
1/4 cup of milk
1/4 cup of oil
Tomato sauce and whatever toppings you want!

1. Pre-heat the oven to 180 degrees Celsius
2. Put the flour in a mixing bowl and
 add the seasoning. 
3. In a different bowl, pour out the
 quarter cup of oil. 

4. Add the quarter cup of milk to to
the oil.
5. Pour the wet ingredients into the
flour bowl.  
6. Mix together with a spoon
till the mixture starts clumping. 
7. Once it is clumped, use your hands to knead. 

8. Push the mixture into a pre-greased
baking tin. 
9. Spread the pizza base with
tomato sauce (home-made is
the best, but other kinds work
just as well)!

10. Add whatever toppings you fancy! 
11. Put in the oven to cook for 30 mins,
or until cooked! 

12. Slice and enjoy!! 
This recipe is also really easy to make dairy or gluten free, which is great! To make it dairy free, just replace the 1/4 cup of milk with rice or soy milk, and don't top with cheese. In order to make it gluten free, instead of a cup of ordinary flour, use 1/2 cup of rice flour, 1/4 cup of tapioca flour and 1/4 cup of potato starch. My brother is both gluten and dairy intolerant, so it is great that we can make pizza for him, too! :) Hope you enjoy!! :D 
God bless, 
Daisy ♥ 

Sunday, 26 February 2012

‘The Cookie Thief’ by Valerie Cox

Recently, I was checking my email inbox and stumbled across this really amusing poem which had been forwarded to me. I thought it was very amusing and yet at the same time offered insight into how our initial perceptions can be wrong. For copyright reasons, I thought it was better for me not to quote it word for word here, but below there is a link where you can read it:

* DISCLAIMER: Just because I have included this link here does not mean I in any way endorse any of the other material published by its source(s).

Anyway, I’m not going to attempt to analyse it in any great depth as I’m sure there are many other places which have already done that! I just felt that it aptly summarised my own faults and failings (aside from my tendency to get into embarrassing situations)! Recently, I have been considering how much I can tend to have an arrogant “better-than-thou” attitude, which I’m sure is in direct opposition to the attitude God wants us to have as Christians. This poem really illustrates how important it is that we don’t simply assume that we are in the right, but rather that we act in a way that demonstrates our love for our neighbours. As it says in Luke 6:29-31: “To one who strikes you on the cheek, offer the other also, and from one who takes away your cloak do not withhold your tunic either. Give to everyone who begs from you, and from one who tales away your goods do not demand them back. And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them.” [Emphasis mine].

Food for thought (literally) anyway!

God bless and have a good week!

Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Time Lapse - Our Beautiful World

Came across this one my iGoogle home page today. I think it is absolutely beautiful. Even the urban scenes - which I don't normally like. But as I watched, I came to realize that wherever you are in this world, there is beauty, even if it is hard to spot at first. The sunlight above the cars on the motorways, the lights of the cities, the shining eyes of the children, the vibrant colours - it is everywhere really.
 I'm sure that the people who live with the Eiffel Tower as the view out their living room window are not blown away by it, day by day, just as I do not still view our "best-in-the-world, award winning rose gardens", in my little home town, as the incredible wonder I should. We forget that there is beauty right under our very noses. Whilst some places are certainly more stand-out than others, there is most definitely beauty everywhere - the little girl dancing in the sunshine, those children jumping in puddles, the flowering weeds growing out of cracks in the pavement, the mountains on the horizon, the river, and all those beautiful people, with their own unique, special stories to tell.
 I guess what I'm trying to say is that we (and I most certainly include myself in this!) need to learn to notice the wonders which are all around us, to stop and smell the roses, to sit back and watch the sunrise, to enjoy the world we live in, to appreciate each incredible part of creation, and to give praise to the Creator for it!
It's funny how much easier it is to appreciate beauty away from your home - I can easily see beauty in India, or Africa and in ancient ruins, but people from there might just see the slums and overcrowded cities. New Zealand is world famous for its raw, natural beauty, but I don't always remember to see it that way. But from now on, I shall endeavor to!

Saturday, 18 February 2012

An Appreciative Audience

Some were asleep, their heads drooping and little snores escaping from their agape mouths as the warmth of the late afternoon sun overcame them at last. Others gazed around the room, impatient for us to begin. But most sat cosily in their large armchairs, eyes alert and sparkling with anticipation and encouragement as I stood there, my trembling fingers grasping my instrument. With a final intake of air, I raised my flute to my lips . . . 
A sweet, high note rang through the air, and I was away! 
“So far, so good!” I thought happily (and a little arrogantly)! 

Suddenly, a sharp, shrill note burst forth from my flute, making me wince inwardly as it’s harsh sound reverberated around the room. To add to my discomfort, in the background, Mum, on the terribly out-of-tune piano, was frantically trying to hit a note that for some unexplainable reason would not play. I drew a quick breath and continued to play. Another terrible note. And another. By now, I was in a frenzy, groaning inwardly at every second note and snatching occasional glances at my audience, horrified at what their reaction would be. To my immense surprise, rather than cringing at the notes as I was, they seemed oblivious to the noise, and most of those who had previously been bored or asleep were now watching interestedly. And though rheumatism prevented many from applauding loudly once we had finished, the joy that that brief moment of music had brought them was clear from the appreciation visible in their eyes. 

The scene I have just described appears far from perfect but interestingly, it has remained one of my fondest memories from my first few years of playing the flute. And this is all to do with the way that the audience was so appreciative and willing to overlook my (many!) mistakes! 

I can guarantee, that if you are stage-shy like me, yet need to practice playing in front of an audience, you will never find a more willing or appreciative audience than the elderly. 

In reality, many performances will be far from perfect, and that’s where playing for the elderly becomes such a blessing. This is because, you begin to realize that not only are you learning to become more confident in playing for others, but at the same time you are being a blessing for them, and can use your abilities to bless people who really need it. 

Furthermore, playing for the elderly helps you to learn how to handle unexpected or difficult situations. Once, I went with Mum and my sisters to play at a rest home, and just as I was raising my flute to my lips, it fell apart in my hands! As you can guess, I was devastated! Later, we found out that a tiny screw must have come loose, but my initial thought at the time was that my flute was broken beyond repair and that I had embarrassed myself in front of so many people. To my dismay, I burst into tears! 

Fortunately, Mum and my sisters saved the show, continuing to perform what they had prepared, but the experience taught me some vital lessons in playing for an audience. I learned that you have to be prepared for the worst to happen, and that self-control is an important factor in playing for people. But most importantly, I learned to value the elderly for their kindness and empathy. The difference, I think, was that the elderly could identify with me and, unlike people my age, were no longer bothered by whether or not crying was “babyish”. This made them empathetic towards me rather than judgemental. 

So, I highly recommend that next time you feel like picking up your instrument and playing it, you make an appointment to play at a local rest home. You may be surprised at how much you get out of it, and how enthusiastic others are about music. And you never know – you may even enjoy the experience! 

Just to finish up, for those who are interested I couldn’t help but put one of my favourite flute pieces on here! It’s called Sicilienne and is by one of my all-time favourite composers, Gabriel Faure. So if you have a moment, listen and enjoy! Let the music carry you away . . .

Friday, 17 February 2012

Calmer Of The Storm

Daisy and I thought we would share this song with you. :) I like how the lyrics are very thought provoking and meaningful. We hope you like it too! :)

Calmer Of The Storm lyrics
When everything is wrong, the day has passed and nothing's done
And the whole world seems against me
When I'm rolling in my bed, there's a storm in my head
I'm afraid of sinking in despair

Teach me, Lord to have faith
In what You're bringing me will
Change my life and
Bring You glory

There on the storm I am learning to let go
Of the will that I so long to control
There, may I be in Your arms eternally
I thank you, Lord, You are the calmer of the storm

You rebuke the wind and the waves, once again I find I'm amazed
By the power of Your will
'Cause I'm a child of little faith, I feel the wind and forget Your grace
And You say, "Peace, be still"


Oh, when the torment blows, the middle of the sea
May I never trust, never trust in me
'Cause there in Your arms I find
No tragedy

There on the storm I am learning to let go
The white wave's high, it's crashing o'er the deck
And I don't know where I go
Where are You Lord, is my ship going down?
The mast is gone so throw the anchor
Should I jump and try to swim to land?

There on the storm, teach me God to understand
Of Your will that I just cannot control
There, may I see all Your love protecting me
I thank you Lord, You are the calmer of the storm

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

The Women of Catawba

"As the ship pulled away from the dock, Taylor breathed a sigh of relief. They were free and going to a strange new place called Charleston, South Carolina...in America..."
 When Lily lent this to me, telling me it had been her favourite book for years, I knew it had to be good. But I wasn't really prepared for how good! If you are looking for an exciting novel, with lots of twists and turns, unexpected happenings, a good dose of history, really believable characters and a faith-strengthening story line, this is for you!

This was the last novel ever completed by Hilda Stahl, and it is, in my opinion, one of her very best. I'm not going to give away any of the plot line, just what is already stated on the back of the book.

The book tells the story of Taylor Craven, a young widow with a small baby, who is about to leave from England, with her late husband's cousin, to whom she is deeply in debt. But before they set sail, she overhears a plot, and knows she must escape. Along with a slave woman called Cammie, Taylor and her baby, Brooke, she makes her way onto a ship bound for America. On board, she meets some strange characters who will help change the shape of her life. Nothing is played out as expected in this story, and you will never lose interest, let me promise you that!

I hope you enjoy this "inspiring story of men and women whose faith, strength and capacity to love are tested to the limit" as much as I did.


Here is a short poem written by me when I was 12. Though I am certianly not a poet, I thought it tied in nicely with the floral themes our blog has! And yes, here in New Zealand it is not spring (in fact, with the weather we've been having recently, I'm finding it hard to believe that it is summer)! Anyway, settle down into your chair, but be warned, as it is possible that this poem may soon have you up and scouring the garden looking for flowers to sniff!


Spring is like a radiant Queen
Dressed in all her finery.
A crown of daisies plucked from a field
Shining in her wavy hair.

Eyes like bluebells
Lips like cherries
And apple blossom cheeks.

A dress of golden daffodils
Their little heads waving with the wind.
Necklace of the grass so green
Bracelets of the coolest stream.
Slippers soft as a newborn fawn
Calling for its mother.

And her scent! Oh her scent!
Is like the rarest perfume
Of wisteria
And jasmine
Letting their pollen dance
To the warmest of breezes.
Yes, Spring is like a radiant Queen.

Sunday, 5 February 2012

Miss Potter

“There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they'll take you.” - Beatrix Potter. A beautiful statement, and certainly a true one! There is also something quite delicious about reading one of her's gorgeous children's books - and it doesn't seem to matter how old you are, there is just something about her stories that bring one joy. The 2006 Phoenix Pictures film, "Miss Potter", directed by Chris Noonan, starring RenĂ©e Zellweger, Ewan McGregor and Emily Watson is a beautiful tale of Beatrix Potter's struggle to find love, happiness and success.

 Perfectly crafted, the movie begins with a stunning scene of Beatrix doing the thing she loves most - painting. Set in 1902, she is portrayed as a sweet young woman, still unmarried and living in her parents home, with a different set of priorities from that of rich and somewhat snobby parents. All Miss Potter really wants is to paint animals, and write stories, but her parents never really recognized her as capable of such things. But Beatrix herself is determined, and finds herself a publisher! And although it seems unlikely, she eventually finds herself a publisher for her "rabbits in jackets". And along with a publisher, new friendships... Well, I won't tell you any more - I will let you enjoy this amazing movie to the max!

Aside from being beautifully made, and very well acted, Miss Potter is one of my (and Violet's) very favourite movies, because it is totally clean! It is also rated G, which means absolutely anyone can watch it, and feel comfy to do so. And it is very much enjoyed by adults and children alike!

So many movies based on true stories lose the essence of who the person was, and what they stood for, by creating a Hollywood drama. Miss Potter does not. Although one of the characters is very much a feminist, this can be over-looked, and does not encroach on the true nature of the story, in my opinion. Highly recommended - I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.


Heard this song the other day, and felt so inspired! If you like pop-ish music with an amazing, inspiring message, this is for you! And even if you don't like pop music, the lyrics are beautiful, and so true!
Hope you enjoy!
Daisy :)

"Oh, don't hang your head, it's gonna end. God's right there. Even if it's hard to see Him, I promise you that He still cares!"
"When the waves are taking you under, hold on just a little bit longer, He knows that this is gonna make you stronger! The pain ain't gonna last forever, things can only get better. Believe me, this is gonna make you stronger!"

Friday, 3 February 2012

Flowery Friendship

Friendship is like daffodils, warm and golden in the springtime light

Happiness like tiny violets, sweet and scented with joy 

Good times are like the daisies, smiling all the while, colours bright

Yes, friendship is like the lilies living by the water, delicately balanced, so that neither friend will fall 

This poem was written by me just after Violet and I first became friends. It seems to me, that at that time, I had flowers on the brain - naming characters after them, and writing poems about them! This poem naturally had to include both violets and daisies, as it was originally written for Violet, to tell her that I was grateful for her friendship. Not sure I actually showed it to her, until the other day, when I was contemplating putting it on the blog. But anyway, Violet, thanks for being my friend throughout all these years! I hope our friendship continues for a long, long time yet! 

Thanks to Google Images "free of copyright" image section for the photos of the daffodils, and the lilies - I'm afraid that daffodils are out of season here - although I will most definitely post a picture when they are in, as they are stunning! - and we don't have any water lilies in our garden! But all the other flowers are from our garden! And I couldn't resist posting a few more pictures from my garden whilst I was at it! Enjoy! :) 

Thursday, 2 February 2012

Blandina: A Martyr for Christ

 A warning: this short story shows the true persecution of a Christian during the early days of the Church. Therefore, it may be best for any younger readers to seek the permission of their parent(s) before reading any further.

Written when I was 12 or 13!

Blandina struggled to keep the tears from streaming down her face as she watched her brothers in Christ being tortured one by one, in ruthless attempts to force them to disclaim their faith. There was Sanctus, a deacon from Vienne, and Maturus, who had only recently been baptised but still stood firm in his belief as he faced his oppressors. And poor Attalus! He had always been such a strong person and a support to Blandina, but now was doomed to die like all the others. The tears now flowed freely down Blandina's face as she thought of her dear friends rejoicing with Christ in heaven. As hard as she tried not to remember, all the horrors of the past few days came flooding back . . .

Day after day, Blandina had been subject to every kind of torture imaginable. Amid ragged gasping she had cried, “I am a Christian. We do nothing to be ashamed of . . .” She had somehow found strength in uttering those simple yet precious words. Oh yes, they may scoff at a slave for having such defiance, but how could they expect that she would refuse God! No, she would acknowledge Him as her Saviour even if it meant death.

As Blandina was tortured, her persecutors muttered to another, “It is a miracle that she is still alive! Her body is so mangled and she has so many hideous wounds that she should be dead by now! We are beaten, what else can we do to be rid of this cursed woman?”

Blandina, her body already worn with torture, had been tied to a post. Wild animals were let loose, much to the delight of the spectators who cried for her blood. But Blandina devotedly prayed to her Lord and the other martyrs listened in wonder and amazement at this woman's faith. Amazingly, none of the wild beasts harmed Blandina. Eventually, her persecutors took her down and thrust her once again into the prison where she awaited her doom.

Blandina opened her eyes from this painful reverie to see a guard glaring at her. “Get up!” he growled sharply. 

Blandina hardly had the strength to stand, but she tried to and immediately collapsed on the ground in pain. The guard was at her at once, pulling her to her feet and ordering her to walk. She was led along with Ponticus, a fifteen-year-old Christian boy, to watch other Christians being punished and made to swear by pagan idols. When they refused, the persecution increased. Soon enough, Ponticus and Blandina were added to their number, and the persecution resumed. 

Ponticus sometimes wondered how much longer he could survive the harsh torturing, but when he saw how much courage Blandina had, he felt strengthened and resisted so bravely that their persecutors were amazed. But Ponticus was of a tender age and his body could not cope for long, so his soul went to be with the Lord. 

Despite being whipped, burned with hot irons and given to the wild beasts, Blandina did not disclaim her faith. At last, her persecutors, finding no way to break her resolve, dropped Blandina in a basket and threw her to a bull in the amphitheatre. She was gored again and again by the bull. Her body was by now used to pain, and she died knowing she was going to heaven to be with her Lord and Saviour at last. Blandina had held on firmly to her belief in Christ throughout the whole ordeal. Her persecutors later admitted that they had never known a woman to suffer so much for so long.

I think the story of Blandina shows clearly how we to are to respond when faced with trials. As Hebrews 12:2 says;

Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.”

No doubt some of the crowd who witnessed Blandina's death and possibly even some of her persecutors were stunned by her faith and prehaps became Christians as a result.

For my research, I used a book called '2000 Years of Christ's Power - Part One: The Age of the Early Church Fathers' (pages 81-82) by N.R. Needham.

Image by Sabing Baring-Gould, 1924.

'Mary, Bloody Mary' and 'Beware Princess Elizabeth' by Carolyn Meyer

Consorts both in throne and grave, here rest we two sisters, Elizabeth and Mary, in the hope of one resurrection.” This is the epitaph that lies over the tomb of two powerful queens of England: Mary Tudor and her sister, Elizabeth I. In these two brilliant historical fiction novels, Mary, Bloody Mary and Beware Princess Elizabeth, Carolyn Meyer explores the lives of these two sisters using an autobiographical narrative style.

In Mary, Bloody Mary, we see Mary develop from a sensitive young girl into a bitter woman due to the circumstances she is thrust into. In the prologue, Mary tells us “Before you judge me, hear my story . . .” and this is what Carolyn Meyer encourages us to do, showing us how the annulment of Mary's parents' marriage and the way her father treats her mother probably contributed to Mary's bitter attitude. The situation only worsens when Mary's father marries a charming young woman, Anne Boleyn. Trapped by her position as an unwanted daughter, Mary is forced to be a servant to her half-sister, Anne Boleyn's child, Elizabeth. We see how Mary comes to be known as 'Bloody Mary', one of the most ruthless queens of England, who orders the death of hundreds of those with opposing religious beliefs, in her short 5-year reign.

Beware Princess Elizabeth follows the life of Elizabeth (Mary's half-sister) leading up to her crowning as queen. In her prologue, Elizabeth tells us, “. . . I promise you, history will remember me, Elizabeth, not for who my father was, or my mother or my sister, but for myself.” Carolyn Meyer reveals often overlooked details of Elizabeth's life as a teenager which shaped her to become one of the most famous queens of all time. As a young girl, Elizabeth suffers the loss of her mother by beheading at the command of her father, King Henry VIII. The book begins with the death of her father, when she and her half-brother, Edward, and half-sister, Mary, are left alone in the world. The story reaches a climax when Mary is crowned as queen and imprisons the half-sister, Elizabeth, she once loved. It takes great courage for Elizabeth to overcome the obstacles Mary puts in her way, and she learns many lessons, until she at last fulfils her destiny and becomes Queen of England.

I found these novels a really enjoyable read, giving me a good insight into the history of the period and England's monarchy. While not written by a Christian, overall I found the content edifying as it was certainly written for young teenagers and so didn't have any of the inappropriate material found so often in books of this genre. It was also a more manageable length than similar books (each book being around 230 pages long). However, it was at times difficult to work out where Carolyn Meyer crossed the line between fact and fiction. As she herself writes, “Some details have been altered to enhance the story.”

However, for those looking for a enjoyable, entertaining and informative book, they will find this to be a truly rewarding read.

True Sportsmanship

 I had just come home from a great game of indoor football. My team had played well - done our very best. We played several matches – won a few, and lost a lot more. But even so, we had had a great time! And that was primarily due to the sportsmanship of our opposition, and that of my own team as well. It is funny how easily the mood of a sport’s game can be changed with just one angry word, or a kind one.  The attitude of a sportsperson is just as vital as their skill on the court, field, or in the arena.

Different sport’s throw different challenges your way. A game of soccer, or netball might give you a pushy opposition player who keeps fouling you; a volleyball game, someone who doesn’t stay in their position; dancing, someone in your squad who doesn’t know the routine. Or it could be something as simple as a broken axle on your roller skate, a lame horse before the gymkhana – anything really….

One thing I have learnt over the years about good sportsmanship is that, just as often, it is oneself   doing the fouling, or encroaching upon one’s team mates, or who has forgotten the dance. I know that on my soccer team, I often let the side down, but my team have been amazing examples to me of how to be a good sport. They have shown me how to treat an annoying opposition member, or an annoying team mate, for that matter!

Personally, my biggest struggle when it comes to sportsmanship, is actually rather a strange thing: I have a hard time controlling my laughter if someone mucks up, or does something that occurs to me as funny. I don’t do it maliciously, I just have a rather too large sense of humour, and I often end up laughing at the expense of others. Maliciously intended or not, it is not the way someone should act on the sport’s field, or anywhere for that matter, and I have had to work very hard at not doing so!

Everyone has different stumbling blocks when it comes to being a good sport, and I highly recommend that you try and conquer them! Since I have gotten better about not laughing at people, I have had lots more fun playing, and I think people have enjoyed playing with me more too!

A mini Daisy reading the oath
I just had to add in this beautiful oath I had the privilege to read at a New Zealand national Artistic Roller Skating competition when I was 9…

“Winning or losing is a matter of skill, and the way it goes on the day;
but the honour lies in trying one’s hardest, in playing the game in spirit, and not in the letter of it’s laws;
In winning with modesty, and losing with gracefulness,
With the vision to see, the faith to believe, and the courage to do.” 

As those amazing words filled my head, I mentally expanded upon it all. Sportsmanship doesn’t just have to be reserved for the sport’s field, or the stage. Indeed, sometimes it takes even more courage to practice such skills away from the eyes of the referee, or your coach. But one must always remember that in the Game of Life, the ultimate “Referee” is always watching, and always sees.

The manners and courtesies practiced by all good sportspeople can easily be transferred into every aspect of every day life:

  • At the beginning of a sport’s game, you shake hands with the opposition players – do you always greet people warmly, no matter how you feel about them? Greeting people can improve things between you and the “opposition”, and leads to a better game – and better interaction in the Game of Life. A race of every kind is always run better when run in good spirit. 
  • Are you focused on the game? Do you keep the end goal in sight, and not let small incidents get in your way? By being focused on the end result, and letting go of the little things that happen – a shove in the back (accidental or not), a broken boot lace, a missing tool – you will play a better game and have more fun! 
  • Being a good sport doesn’t just mean being nice to the opposition, it also means playing your own game to the best of your ability, and not complaining when things go wrong. A positive attitude goes a long way to making things more fun and will gain other people’s respect (although that is not the reason why one should try!). 
  • Being a good winner – that’s the easy part! – and a good loser – not so easy. In life, you will win sometimes, and, perhaps, more frequently, lose. But only in the name of the game. If you are able to master the art of losing gracefully, you have learnt how to win as well! 
So, I challenge you, and myself as well, to try and live life in a way that demands explanation – I challenge you to practice good sportsmanship in every area of your world. It will not be easy, but it will most definitely be worth it!  

Wednesday, 1 February 2012

Chocolate Brownies!

Tell me honestly, who can resist a brownie? Especially a dark chocolate, not too sweet, but perfect-with-icing-sugar one! Not me, that's for sure! So here's my favourite brownie recipe, complete with pictures!! :)
This recipe can also easily be made dairy free by using dairy free margarine!

4 oz. self-raising flour
1/4 tsp salt
1 1/2 oz. cocoa
4 oz. butter (or margarine)
2 eggs
Dash of vanilla essense
Chocolate chips (optional)


1. Put oven on to 180 degrees Celsius to heat. (This is also the point at which I highly recommend putting on an apron, and removing all jewelry, so that you don't do what I did the first time I made these, and hook the bowl with a bracelet, and get mixture all down your best blouse!)
   2. Weigh the butter and the sugar, the cream together. 

3. Beat in the eggs until smooth 
4. Weigh out flour, cocoa and salt 
5. Add the dry ingredients to the wet
Add the vanilla essence and chocolate chips

6. Mix all together 
7. Grease oven tray! Pour the mixture in. I didn't have a square oven tray on hand to use, so my brownies are masquerading as chocolate cupcakes! 
8. Put in oven for 35 minutes
give or take! 
9. Remove from tray. If you baked it in a square
tray, leave to cool, before cutting into brownie


10. Serve with icing sugar sprinkled on top - enjoy!! :)