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ØISIE -´Østerbro International School In English

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Issue No: 3, Winter 2014

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Welcome to our third issue of ØISIE, Østerbro International School In English. It has been

quite a long time since our last issue. There are a lot of good things going on in ØIS and

ØISIE.

We have new members to our staff, Zenana Ohja and Francesco Cagliardi , both from PYP5.

They have both contributed wonderfully ito this issue and hopefully will contribute more in

the upcoming issues.

There are also new contributions from four EAL students from PYP3, who have progressed

so much that they are proudly presenting their work at ØISIE. I would like to congratulate

Dima, Yakup, Selma and Leann on this accomplishment.

I would like to also introduce you our new section ‘Winter Recipes’. Here our writers and

contributors would like to address not only to your literary expectations but also to the

sweet tooth. Our editors, Emma Gyde and Emma Simonsen have written two delicious

recipes . Yummm.

I would also like to congratulate Prep Class students upon their achievement in reading and

writing. They have worked really hard . Here we will only publish three of these youngest

writers of ØIS, Amy, Ana and Mahdiyah. I would like to thank to these students and their

teachers Elizabeth Toran and Angeliki Kalapotharakou, who made this possible.

Lastly, I would like to thank Ms. Claudia Mclean and PYP 2 students for their winter stories

and drawings. They have done really amazing and I am proud to present them here.

I would like to thank to all of the staff members of ØISIE, ØIS Administration and Teachers

who helped to make this happen.

Warmest regards

Ramazan Dicle

ØISIE Chief Editor & EAL Coordinator

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Short Stories

Daniel Austin

Zamir Khan

Muneeb Ahmad

Maya Redden

Winter Time

Ivan Petrov

Maya Redden

Interview

Mahzeeb Ahmed

Maya Redden

Amna Baig

THEATER Ø

Emma Gyde

Library Corner

Emma Gyde, Sheida Joderi

Book Reviews

Francesco Cagliardi

Dima Chupryna

Selma Liise Erkut

Yakup Kubilay

Leann Hussein

POEMS

Chantal Girishan

Zenana Ohja

Vlad Biryukov

Emma Simonsen

Darpan Gautam

PICTURE STORIES

Mesih Inal

Winter Recipes

Emma Gyde

Emma Simonsen

Prep Class

PYP2 Students


Daniel Austin

The gift of DeathThe gift of DeathThe gift of Death


Zamir Khan


Have you ever wondered,

where beautiful patterns

etched in frost on your win-

dow panes come from Or

what happens to the tree

leaves in autumn as winter

approaches? In the late

1800s, a boy who was

sleeping under a tree woke

up wondering where he was.

So, he stood up and started

explored.

He saw a staff, went closer,

kicked it with his brown

boots, and finally picked it

up. While holding the staff,

Jack touched a tree and sur-

prisingly frost covered the

tree in minutes.

He saw another tree and

frosted it like it was a cake.

In excitement he ran across

the water and frosted the

whole lake. Then he slipped

and went flying through air,

he fell onto trees bringing

him to a stop. Some sequels

that were resting on a

branch dropped their nuts on

Jack. “Heyyyy” said Jack.

Suddenly, he heard music, and saw lights that puzzled him. He flew over to the vil-lage, landing very poorly. He brushed off the snow and said “hello” or “good evening” or “hi” to the people around him. A boy ran toward Jack. Jack said “excuse me can you please help me” but, the boy ran through him. Jack wheezed and was trying to get people`s attention but no one could see him. Jack left the village, he looked up at the moon and he though the moon was saying “Your name is jack frost”


Once upon a time, so long ago that, the devil had not passed away yet. The devil flew around inside Grandma’s house. Grandma was sleeping in her bed. The devil was invisible, he annoyed and killed people. “Now it is your turn to die” said the devil. The devils only weakness was light. In the light, the devil will lose its invisibility and die.

All of a sudden Jack came in, and turned the lights on. Then the devil flew up onto the roof so it could protect himself. Jack asked “How are you doing?” Grandma woke up “I am fine, fresh as always!” she answered. “We have to eat breakfast now everyone is at the table except for you” Jack said. “I am coming ”grandma answered.

FlashlightFlashlightFlashlight Muneeb Ahmad


While everyone was eating, someone poked grandma. “Stop poking me Jerry you have to behave like your big brother Jack”. “Yes that’s right” said mom. It wasn’t me Jerry said. No one listened to him. Someone whispered in Grandmas ear “Muhahahaha soon my friend soon.” Grandma got a little bit afraid. “Let’s go to work boys, it is getting late” said mom. Mom and dad went to work while Jerry and Jack went to school. While they were gone Grandma decided to read a book. After a while grandma fell asleep and began to dream. “Where am I” said Grandma. “You are in a big dark castle full of emptiness” said the devil and stepped forward. “What is that? A ghost ahhhh” grandma screamed and woke up. The devil was still inside Grandma. In that she woke, she fainted 1 second later. Jack came home with his brother and his parents. They realized that Grandma had fainted. They took her to the hospital and they were told that grandma was in coma… Jack and his family got very sad after hearing the news. While mom was crying outside the room she said “let’s go home. “No we want to be here with her” said Jerry and Jack. They decided to stay at the

hospital. Meanwhile the devil was inside grandma, he was enjoying their sadness. The devil has lost its invisibility and has formed into a bacterial blob inside grandma. The very next day nurse Joy came to Jack and his sad family and said “Why are you all sad? Your grandma is still alive”. Jack and his family went into the doctor’s room. Grandma was still in coma. “We found a blob inside your grandma” said Doctor Nelson. Doctor Nelson showed them the blob with a stick. Doctor Nelson pointed a flashlight at the blob so they could see it .The devil screamed. It was weak against light and started to melt. It was dying. Everyone got shocked. Everyone was quiet that minute. In that the moment the devil died Grandma woke up. She forgot everything about the nightmare. “GRANDMA!” shouted everyone and hugged her. They were all happy now. “Thank you Doctor Nelson” said Jack. “No problem” he answered. After all this drama they finally decided to go home. Since that day everything has been normal, and the devil has never been seen or heard of since.

The End


Maya Redden

The Fox and The Fox and The Fox and

the Robinsthe Robinsthe Robins


A long time ago when the

animals ruled the earth there

were two groups. The land

animals and the birds. Once a

year, the land animals leader, the

Tiger, challenged the birds to a

race to see who was more

powerful. Every year the the

game ends in a tie. But this

year a group of land animals

had a nasty plan. The day

before the race the Fox, the

leader of the group, went and

scattered seeds around the forest

where the birds lived.

On the morning of the

race all of the birds in the race

flew down to the ground to eat

the seeds, unaware of the fact

that the Fox

had soaked

them in

poison. Later

down at the race, the Falcon,

the Eagle, and the Sparrow

we’re getting ready to defeat

their challengers, the Fox, the

Cheetah and the Horse.

"On your marks, Get set,

GO!!" They were off with the

birds in the lead. Suddenly the

Sparrow dropped out of the

sky like a stone. The other

animals just thought he got

tired but the fox knew that the

poison was starting to work.

One kilometer later, the Falcon

dropped out. The Eagle started


getting worried but he just

kept flying, determined to win

the race. Right when they were

by the forest where the all of

the bird lived, the Eagle fainted

from the poison and fell into a

tree. The Eagle, being one of

the biggest birds, caused the

tree to fall into another tree,

which fell into another tree,

and then, as the trees kept

falling into each other until all

but one tree in the forest was

on the ground. Slowly all of

the birds, that had been in the

trees, came out from the

rubble. That's when the yelling

started. Every bird blaming the

land animals.

The Fox saw how much

trouble he had caused and

he started to feel bad. He

went up to the Tiger and

told him all about his plan.

The Tiger was outraged and

he had the Fox banished.

After that, the Tiger agreed

to have all of the other land

animals help rebuild the forest,

but some of the birds were not

so sure they wanted the land

animals help because after all is


was a land animal who started

the whole thing in the first place.

The birds who didn't want the

land animals help decided to go

find another forest to live in.

There was one family of

Robins who had always been

friends with the land animals

and they knew that they

weren't all bad. They stayed in

the forest until the whole thing

was rebuilt. Two months later

the forest was rebuilt and it

was even better than it was

before. Another month later all

of the birds who had decided

to find a new forest, came

back to report that they had

not found any other forest.

When they got back, they were

overwhelmed with the new

forest that they all decided to

move back and the Robins who

had stayed, became the new

leaders of the birds because

they always seemed to know

what was best.


A city:

Saint

Petersburg

Ivan Petrov

Winter Time


A Country:

Japan

Maya Redden

Winter Time


All I can say is that it is magnificent in winter. If you haven't been there then go there.

First of all there is a lot of snow.

I recommend living somewhere close to the metro, but away from the center. It is much better at the end of the city. But be ready to have to be in the trains squished and for a long time. If you compare it to Copenhagen it's about two-three times as big. So it's pretty normal to be on the train for two hours. I recommend on going and spending the New

Year there. It would be very interesting to be there for someone who was never in a big city. But be very careful, people are not that friendly. And also there are a lot of drunk people outside. I'm not saying that you should consider every single person an alcoholic. But on the new year everyone drinks. So again, be careful.

Winter Time

Saint Petersburg


You will also see a lot of fireworks outside. Millions of them. Also in Russia it's more of new year then Christmas. Not that many people celebrate Christmas. Don't go to Russia without knowing even the very standard phrases. The education allows most people to talk and understand, but with a very big accent and a very small word count. They don't speak that good English. At hotels and restaurants there might be a slightly higher level of English, but just slightly. There are lots of places to see, but you should make a list before you actually go to Saint-Petersburg. It will take you a long time to choose everything you

want to see.

It is magnificent to go outside on the new year. I guarantee you, or if you are with a family a very good time. I think there are a lot of tourist places you can find on the Internet, but I will recommend seeing the bridges go up. It simply looks so good. I can't describe it with a word but I would just say its beautiful. You also might like just walking outside at about seven. But have a few of your places from the list on the way. That might be a very effective way to spend your holiday and relax. So I recommend to go there. If you have never been there.

Winter Time


When Japan starts to get cold you

may start to see some odd stuff

such as: monkeys in a hot spring.

That's right, every year thousands

of tourists show up to see the

Japanese Snow Monkeys (or

Macaques) play in the hot springs

of Japan to keep warm during the

harsh winter.

There are many traditional

holidays in Japan but New Year is

actually the most important one.

Most businesses close from January

1 to January 3 so they can spend

time with their families. They often

decorate their homes with

ornaments made of pine, bamboo,

and plum trees and they always eat

Winter Time

Japan


Winter Time

soba (buckwheat noodles)

symbolizing longevity. On January 1

everyone goes outside early in the

morning to see the first sunrise of

the year.

Winter itself is beautiful in

japan with the snow on Mount Fuji

and the cherry trees. The cities are

also a great place in the snow

where you can experience the

Sapporo Snow Fest and see the

giant ice and snow sculptures or go

skiing on the old Olympic track

where some people call it "Skier's

paradise"


Intervie

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interview

Interview With

Ahmet Kilicaslan is also known as Mr.K. He is 34 years old and works as a Math and French teacher in ØIS. He comes from Belgium and has two siblings. He has

been in Denmark for a year and has lived in four countries.


1-.How would you like to be described to our students who haven't got the chance to meet you in classroom setting?

A funny person who likes to teach in a interactive environment

2. If you would describe yourself with five adjectives, what would they be?

1: funny

2: honest

3: strict

4: scary

5: easy going

3. How do you see yourself as a teacher?

A good teacher as long as the students are welling to learn and participate during class

4.What kinds of books do you like to read most, novels, stories, travels, poems? And why?

-Novels

Because it helps me to give a break from the real world

5.If you were an author, which book do you wish to have written?

The Alchemist

6. What are the top 5 books to read for Ahmet Kilicaslan?

1: The Alchemist

2: The kite runner

interview


3: The shadow of the wind

4: I am legit

5: Worth dying for

7.When you were a child, which book(s) did you like most?

Comic books: Tin Tin

8. What about as a teenager?

L'herbe bleue (in French)

9. Which author do you like most and which one do you see closer to yourself as a person?

Paulo Coelho

10.You have travelled a lot. Has it affected your reading in any way? If so, how?

No

11. Which book have you read recently?

My name is red by Orhan Pamuk

12.Do you have any book suggestions to ØISIE readers?

The kite runner

13.Which genre of books is your favorite? Adventure, biography, thrill, fantasy etc?

Non-fiction; true stories

interview


Quick Quick Quick WritesWritesWrites


I wish I knew how it

would feel to be free...

Quick Writes


I wish I knew how it would feel to be free from

worrying about my future. I always worry and think

about what it would be like. Would I be famous or

alone. Would I have a good paying job or would I be

homeless. I also worry about things really close in

the future like if my homework would be good enough

or when I transfer to a new school, how will the kids

find me. If I was free from all of that i would walk into

every situation knowing it would turn out great and I

wouldn't be under so much stress. I've always

thought about what college I would be in and

whenever I go somewhere school related I always

think I won't be smart enough to do the work. I often

tell my self that when I'm older I want to be known

for something, I don't want to be just someone you

see on the street but I really want to achieve

something in life that I can be proud of. I think

maybe one day I'll just find my talent or the one thing

I love enough to be proud of, I just don't know when

that day will come.

I wish I had a time machine.

Maya Redden


Quick Writes

Amna Baig

Being

free


Theater Ø

Holes The Musical

Coming Soon...


Library Library Library

CornerCornerCorner


Østerbro Public libraryØsterbro Public library

by Emma Gyde, Sheida Joderi

Library Corner


Library Corner


Book

Reviews


Book

Reviews

Book Reviews


Number

the Stars

Book Reviews


Number the stars Number the stars is a book written by is a book written by

Lois Lowry. Number the stars is a book Lois Lowry. Number the stars is a book

about a little girl that is called Anne-about a little girl that is called Anne-

marie, she is aged 9. She grows up in marie, she is aged 9. She grows up in

wartime. She has a best friend. Her wartime. She has a best friend. Her

best friend is called Ellen. Annemarie best friend is called Ellen. Annemarie

was Danish but Ellen was Jewish. They was Danish but Ellen was Jewish. They

lived in Denmark. Later on Annemarie lived in Denmark. Later on Annemarie

discovered that Ellen was Jewish and discovered that Ellen was Jewish and

she also discovered that Ellen was in she also discovered that Ellen was in

danger. As you have heard, the Ger-danger. As you have heard, the Ger-

mans were in control of Denmark at mans were in control of Denmark at

that time and when the Germans that time and when the Germans

were in control of a country they were in control of a country they

would send Jewish people to concen-would send Jewish people to concen-

tration camps or kill them. So Anne-tration camps or kill them. So Anne-

marie’s family hid Ellen to protect her. marie’s family hid Ellen to protect her.

In some cases soldiers came into their In some cases soldiers came into their

house searching for Ellen. One time house searching for Ellen. One time

they came in and banged the door but they came in and banged the door but

their parents found excuses. Another their parents found excuses. Another

time was when they went to their Un-time was when they went to their Un-

cle’s house to try to give the Jewish cle’s house to try to give the Jewish

people something in secret. And at people something in secret. And at

last, the Jewish people escaped to last, the Jewish people escaped to

Sweden with a little help.Sweden with a little help.

Book Reviews


On the first day of Christmas, Snowman’s best friend gave him one red cap with gold snap.

On the second day of Christmas, his best friend gave him two bright blue mittens.

On the third day of Christmas, his best friend gave him three striped scarves.

On the fours day of Christmas, his best friend gave him four prickly pinecones.

On the fifth day of Christmas, his best friend gave him five birdseed pockets.

On the sixth day of Christmas, his best friend gave him six tiny twigs.

On the seventh day of Christmas, his best friend gave him seven maple leaves.

On the eighth day of Christmas, his best friend gave him eight orange berries.

On the ninth day of Christmas, his best friend gave him nine big black buttons.

On the tenth day of Christmas holidays gave him ten salty peanuts.

The first day of

winter

Book Reviews


On the first day of Christmas, Snowman’s best friend gave him one red cap with gold snap.

On the second day of Christmas, his best friend gave him two bright blue mittens.

On the third day of Christmas, his best friend gave him three striped scarves.

On the fours day of Christmas, his best friend gave him four prickly pinecones.

On the fifth day of Christmas, his best friend gave him five birdseed pockets.

On the sixth day of Christmas, his best friend gave him six tiny twigs.

On the seventh day of Christmas, his best friend gave him seven maple leaves.

On the eighth day of Christmas, his best friend gave him eight orange berries.

On the ninth day of Christmas, his best friend gave him nine big black buttons.

On the tenth day of Christmas holidays gave him ten salty peanuts.

One day, a boy named Peter, woke up and

looked out of the window. He saw snow! He

wanted to go outside. When he took the

first step, he just wanted to try more steps

like penguins and then the other way! Then

he stepped so s l o w l y, and tried to make

tracks. Then he saw something that he

could do more tracks. He saw a stick. He just

smacked a snow-covered tree with the stick.

Then snow fell on his head, but he just con-

tinued the journey. After a while he saw

older boys. They were playing. Peter wanted

to play with the boys but knew that he was

too young to play, so he made a smiling

snowman and snow angles. Then he imag-

ined that he was a mountain-climber and

chose a great and snowy mountain and

climbed all the way up and then slid all the

way down. He made a snowball. He put that

snowball in his pocket for the next day.

Then he went to his house. He told his mom

what he did during the day when his mom

was taking his clothes off. And he thought

what he made in the morning. Just before

he climbed on his bed, he looked in his

pocket but the snowball wasn’t there. He

felt upset. In his dream he saw the sun out

and there was no snow. But then he woke

up and looked at the window, there was still

snow! After breakfast he called his friend

and they played with snow all day.

Book Reviews

The snowy day


One day Pingu and Pinga were flying

their kites. Then their kite fell on top

of their house. They tried to get it

but it was too high. Pinga went to

find her parents. First she asked her

mother. She said ‘now I am too busy

reading this news’. So she went to

her father. She said ‘can you please

help us get the kite?’. Dad said ‘I

am too busy ironing. When I am

finished, I can help you’. So Pinga

went away to Pingu. They went to

grandpa. He Said ‘of course, I will

help you.’ Grandpa took the kite from

the roof. ‘Thank you’ they said.

Book Reviews


One day Pingu and Pinga were flying

their kites. Then their kite fell on top

of their house. They tried to get it

but it was too high. Pinga went to

find her parents. First she asked her

mother. She said ‘now I am too busy

reading this news’. So she went to

her father. She said ‘can you please

help us get the kite?’. Dad said ‘I

am too busy ironing. When I am

finished, I can help you’. So Pinga

went away to Pingu. They went to

grandpa. He Said ‘of course, I will

help you.’ Grandpa took the kite from

the roof. ‘Thank you’ they said.

In the wood, there was a bear. He

slept through the lovely winter

night. Then there came a mouse

in the bear’s cave. It was too dark

but the mouse turned fire on.

Then a hare came to the bear’s

cave. They drank tea. Then a

badger came he had honey-nuts.

They were delicious. Then a mole

came and a wren came. Last but

not least, a raven came through

the door. Everybody was warm in

the bear’s cave. They danced and

had fun. Just then the bear woke

up. All of the animals went out of

his cave but the mouse was brave.

Accidently the bear stepped on

fire but the mouse rescued the

bear. And they all had fun. One of

the animals said that “he snored

loudly. No, very loudly. No, super

loudly.” Then all of the animals

snored on except from the bear.

Book Reviews

Bear snores on


Poetry


Poetry

You make me stare at my table, You make me regret that I spoke And even when you know I know the truth, you fill me up with your lies Now you're yelling at me, because I wrote a poem You hate me for it, 'cause you know, you can never do the same You make me listen to my friend cry You make me read science again and again See, I don't want to be what you are, we are not the same I don't know what you're thinking, when you're beating some sense to me But I am the one, who can feel the pain of your bad day I want to teach you, so you could know how to love, But i'm just another child in your classroom, you don't care about me I want to walk the path, that i have chosen myself So don't tell me to be Einstein, when I want to be Shakespeare

You make me..

Chantal Girishan


Poetry

Zenana Ojha

In the dark

I feel alone

Through the wind

Like I’ve been blown

Where are you

My shining star

Come and guide me

Where ever you are

Please don’t leave me

I beg you

I want you right here

Like we’re stuck by glue

I know we’ll be together someday

Just not now

Let’s keep our hopes

And take a bow

In

the

dark


Poetry

Vlad Biryukov

Hjalte Wallin

Daniel Austin

They are kids, they aren't adults Look at this boy, is he even an adult? Look at this boy hands, they aren't nice right

Then look at that again

I think we have to fight,

Against this, Do you think it very nice,

To dig holes even at the night. Let me tell the story, Of a young young kid He had nothing to do, Until they came for him, A little thinking will help ya, How to do this, You just look at the picture And you will see everything They aren't humans They have guns in their pockets I think this is insane And that they have no brain To do this you have to have no brain

TO DO THIS, YOU HAVE TO BE INSANE


Poetry

Emma Simonsen

Shoveling holes, forced by guns

The king on his throne, as he watches us young

Sold to their work, damaged bones and cracked up faces

Mining copper, working for their bases

Food given daily, but rarely enough

Working down here, you gotta be tough

No gloves or helmet, pocket full of filth

Spades clack on dirt, covering up the hills

Over populated silhouettes smothered in mud

Hot sweaty faces, knuckles smeared with blood

Thinking man, wish I had some luck, mining every day for the single gold buck

Cellphones, computers all a waste of time but we spend all our hours digging

Holes


Poetry This should be a crime

Alleged minutes we squander,

Eyeing our holes as we ponder bout the way life could be

If everyone would just see, we aren't to be used

We are the slaves, everyday always abused

Our surroundings harsh,

Only job so close, our work rewarded with such grime marsh

Yellow muck upon this earth, dragging this sludge back to my turf

Situations so poor, can't even afford the price for a front door

Open your eyes, watch me cry

Look can't you see? I am the victim in this tragedy


Poetry

Darpan GautamDarpan Gautam

I wish for my hunger to subside.

I wish for my pain to cease.

I wish to be loose of these heavy chains.

I wish, I wish to be free.

I am an African slave.

I am no different to you.

But to them I am an object, taken to be sold,

to be sold to someone like you.

I am no different to you


Poetry Is it because of my colour, that I'm treated with so much virulence?

Is it because of where I'm from that you have more rights than me?

Is it because I'm poor, that you take me against my will?

Or is it because you don't believe in freedom and equality?

I wish not for my children to see this,

these sights so abusive and cruel.

I wish for them what most children have,

No hunger, clothes and a school.

But they see us as worthless, so they take what life we have.

They make us work day in, day out, and pay us with a hand full of

porridge.

I hope I do not get ill, or I face a watery death.

But sometimes I wonder, could death be better than this?

In the bottom of my heart, there is a little spark of hope.

A hope that one day this will end.

That someone will stand up and make amends,

That a leader will offer us a helping hand.

I am an African slave.

I am no different to you.

But to them I am an object, taken to be sold,

To be sold to someone like you.


Picture Story What are the

birds thinking?

Mesih Inal


We birds, we can think just like humans. Our brain might not be as dextrously as a hu-

man’s brain, but our imagination skills are superior to humans. So never see them us

little and lumpish!

We have our own imaginative world, just like humans, and I will be telling about our enig-

matic world.

We birds! We care for ourselves. We only think of our own surpassingly generation. Why

should we care about yours? We always struggle! We believe that the birds will domi-

nate the giant world one day. If we do, then we will be the first ones, making a placid

world. Not a world comparable with humans. Not a world with warfare all the time. Not

a world with millions of people dying from starvation. Something like this would on no

occasion ever happened in the bird’s community. We are like a society helping each

Picture Story

other out. Never giving up even if it is death. All of us are compassionate. When someone

needs succour, we help them.

We are all democratic. Everybody has their self-determination and own rights. We don’t

need a ruler when everybody knows how to take actions of him or herself.

Polluting never happens. We are all helping the world by throwing seeds all over the sur-

face of earth. So that trees can growth.

None birds are a waste for this planet. Everybody has his or her own obligations.

We are all special. We are all extensively helping you and this planet. So let the birds’

precept this marvellous world. Don’t permit the others to rule the world!

Picture Story


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Winter Recipes


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Winter Recipes

Creamed

Potatoes Emma Gyde


Winter Recipes

Muffin-topped Stew

Emma Simonsen

This recipe1 is very yummy and

relatively healthy. I think is is a

great way to satisfy a hungry

stomach and also to get into the

spirit of a jolly winter with a

delicious warm meal. It is from a

GoodFood issue published in 2006

but you can also find it on

www.bbcfood.com. I have

personally tried it and find it to be

super tasty and splendid to the

taste buds!

1Recipe & picture found at: http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/1859/muffintoppedwinter-beef-stew


Winter Recipes

How to:

1) Heat oven to 150C/fan 130C/gas. Toss the beef in seasoned flour.

Heat the oil in a large flameproof casserole. Fry the beef over a high

heat until browned all over – it’s easiest to do this in batches. Re-

move with a slotted spoon and set aside.

2) Add 2 tbsp water and the onion to the pan, stir well over a medi-

um heat, scraping up the crusty bits from the bottom of the pan.

Lower the heat and fry gently for 10 minutes, stirring occasionally

until the onions have softened.

3)Tip in the carrots, parsnips and bay leaf, then fry for 2 minutes

more. Return the beef to the pan, stir in the tomato paste, wine if

using, and stock, then bring to the boil. Cover and cook in the oven

for 1¾-2 hrs until the meat is tender. Can be made up to 2 days

ahead or frozen for up to 1 month. Defrost thoroughly in the fridge

before topping and baking. Take out of the oven and increase the

temperature to 190C/fan 170C/gas 5.

4)To make the topping, sieve the flour and baking powder into a

bowl and add half the cheese. Mix olive oil and milk, then stir into

the flour to make a soft, slightly sticky dough. Add more milk, if

necessary. Spoon the dough over the meat and vegetables, sprinkle

with theremaining cheese and bake for about 15 minutes until gold-

en, risen and cooked through

Ingredients

For the stew:

500g braising steaks, cut into bite-sized chunks

2 tbsp plain flour, seasoned with pepper and a little

salt

2 tbsp olive oil

1 large onion, finely chopped

450g carrots, cut into chunks

2 large parsnips, cut into chunks

1 bay leaf

2 tbsp sundried or regular tomato paste

300ml red wine or extra stock

450ml vegetable stock

For the muffin topping:

225g plain flour

3 tsp baking powder

140g cheddar, coarsely grated

2 tbsp olive oil

150ml milk


Prep Stories In Prep class, children are learning to read and write. They have even learned how to write their first "book report"! Here are some examples of their work. The stories they read are leveled and the first book in Unit 1 has no words. We are now on Unit 9 and the current stories have 1-2 sentences on each page. Students were asked to listen to/read 6 stories and then choose their favorite part in their favorite story. They described their favorite part in their own words and were then able to copy the sentences, as they are still learning letter sounds and spelling at this stage. They did a super job!


ØISIE Staff Chief Editor Ramazan Dicle EAL Teacher

Editor Hjalte Engel Wallin MYP3

Editor Emma Simonsen MYP3

Editor Maya Redden MYP1

Editor Emma Gyde MYP2

Secretary Ivan Petrov MYP2

Secretary Frederikke Schaufuss MYP1

Secretary Zamir Khan PYP4

Secretary Zanena PYP5

Writer Mahzeeb Ahmed MYP2

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Writer Omar Said MYP3

Writer Mohamed Bafakih PYP4

Writer Tekudzwa Mema MYP2

Writer Goksu Boz MYP3

Writer Francesco Cagliardi PYP5

Writer Daniel Austin MYP3


Hjalte Engel Wallin Maya Redden Emma Simonsen Emma Gyde

Sheida Joderi Zamir Khan Frederikke Schaufuss Goksu Boz

Mahzeeb Ahmed Ivan Petrov Tekudzwa Mema Francesco Cagliardi

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