We have been learning about different food groups and the journeys that some of our foods make. Bananas can travel over 4000 miles to get here! We made tattie scones and butter using products that all come from Scotland.

Tattie scones

INGREDIENTS

• 500g Potatoes
• 25g Butter or Margarine
• 125g plain Flour

INSTRUCTIONS

1. Peel your potatoes and cut into even sized halves/quarters. Place in a pan with enough cold water to cover and bring to the boil. Boil gently for 15 to 20 minutes or until potatoes break apart easily when pierced with fork.
2. Remove the pan from the heat and drain the water. Allow your potatoes to air dry for a few minutes before mashing them with a potato masher. Add the butter/margarine and mash through the potatoes. Season with salt and pepper, to taste.
3. Transfer the potatoes to a large bowl. Add the flour to the bowl and using a wooden spoon, mix the flour through to potatoes to create a dough. You may need more/less flour depending on how moist your potatoes are.
4. Once you have a dough-like consistency, tip your potato mixture onto a well floured surface and gently knead it briefly, before dividing the dough into 3 even sized balls.
5. Warm a non-stick frying panover a medium-high heat (with no oil/butter). Roll your first ball into a circle about 20cm diameter and 5mm thickness, using lots of flour on your surface and rolling pin so they don’t stick. Using your rolling pin or a large spatula, transfer the potato circle to your hot [dry] frying pan. Score the top of the circle with two lines evenly down the middle, two create 4 triangular shapes.

(Alternatively, cut the circle into the 4 triangles before transferring to the frying pan, if you find moving the circle to be too tricky).

6. Allow the potato scones to cook, checking the underside every few minutes. Once the underside has a good colour to it, flip the potato scones to cook the other side too. It is usually easier to divide the potato scones into it’s triangles at this point, if you haven’t already..
7. Once our potato scones have a good colour on both side, remove from the heat and place on a wire rack to cool completely. Repeat with your remaining potato balls.
8. Enjoy warm with a slathering of butter, alongside your cooked breakfast, or in a roll with some sausages/bacon and sauce!

We are working on playing the instruments properly, following and keeping a rhythm and listening to instructions and each other.  We also love all of Mat’s warm up games!

Congratulations to this weeks drummer of the week, Tommy!

We used most of the same ingredients as our sedimentary rock to create this weeks metamorphic rock.  The sedimentary rock is squashed and heated under ground and turns into metamorphic rock eg lime stone becomes marble.

The end result was a dense, firm, shiny fudge with no grains or gaps like last weeks tray bake.

Metamorphic rock

INGREDIENTS

• 500 g of chocolate chips or chocolate pieces, milk chocolate and white chocolate
• 1 tablespoon unsalted butter
• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
• 1 can sweetened condensed milk
• Dried fruit or other extra flavourings

INSTRUCTIONS

1. Add the chocolate, butter, vanilla extract, and sweetened condensed milk to your slow cooker.
2. Add in the dried fruit (or flavouring of your choice).
3. Heat on low for 2 hours stirring every 15 minutes.
4. Line a square baking dish with parchment paper.
5. Pour melted fudge into the lined baking dish.
6. Refrigerate until set.

We made some tasty sedimentary rock which had lots of layers of soil, sand, rock, pebbles and fossils. We used broken up Oreo’s for bits of rock, crumbled digestives for sand, melted chocolate for soil, smarties and sultanas for pebbles and mini marshmallows and mixed fruit for shells and fossils. This was all squashed together and left for a few million years (10 mins in the fridge) and we then had some delicious sedimentary rock!

A huge thank you to Mat for starting our big drum adventure today. We had a great time learning about all the different drums and getting our first chance to play them.  A huge shout out to Violet (p5b) who got the drummer of the week certificate!

We are poets and we know it!

We have been writing rhyming couplets this week where we had to come up with lots of rhyming words, but also had to think about the pattern and number of syllables in each line.  We enjoyed writing about colours but found getting the right number of syllables quite tricky. Here is one by Allan and Harris:

Colours

I really like the colour pink

Because it always makes me blink.

And if I try to rhyme with red,

It always makes me think of bed.

I often use the colour blue,

It always makes me think of you.

My favourite is the colour orange,

The only thing that rhymes is SPORANGE!

We are looking at 2 poems in primary 5, Oor Wullie and Tae a Moose.  Choose the one you prefer and try and learn it off by heart.

Oor Wullie

Fair fa’ your rosy-cheekit face,
Your muckle buits, wi’ broken lace,
Although you’re always in disgrace,
An’ get your spanks,
In all our hearts ye have your place,
Despite your pranks.

Your towsy heid, your dungarees,
Your wee snub nose, your dirty knees,
Your knack o’ seeming tae displease
Your Ma an’ Pa.
We dinna care a tuppenny sneeze
We think you’re braw.

You’re wee, an’ nae twa ways aboot it,
You’re wise, wi’ very few tae doot it,
You’re wild, there’s nane that wad dispute it,
Around the toon. But maist o a’ ye are reputit
A lauchin’ loon.

Weel-kent, weel-liked, you’re aye the same,
Tae Scots abroad and Scots at hame.
North, south, east, west, your weel-won fame
Shall never sully.
We’ll aye salute that couthie name:
Oor Wullie.

To a Mouse,

on Turning Her Up in Her Nest With the Plough, November, 1785

by Robert Burns

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!

I’m truly sorry man’s dominion,
Has broken nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An’ fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? Poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
‘S a sma’ request;
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss’t!

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell-
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.

Thy wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble,
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld!

But, Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

Still thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my e’e.
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!