My beautiful, talented, intelligent-nay-braniac (she likes riddles people) friend who I have so dreadfully neglected for the last, oh, f.o.u.r. months is having a snarky time at the moment, so go visit her, throw your internet arms around her along with alcohol and probably a cheese platter, with olives, to make the Becstar smile once more.
I’m on day three of Operation Dumbo Drop and DUDE am I food cranky. Still, there are goals and a whole new blog because sheesh, the five I’ve already got really don’t cover it, where you can read all about my current long hard and sorry slog to morph from sloth to svelte.
yes, I’m sighing loudly too.
Mum goes on her big trip on the big boat tomorrow. I’m going to miss her.
We’re going camping here in a week and a half for a week with the Doodles. I am SO excited. It’s my first holiday/break since going back to work in February and MY GOODNESS is very badly needed.
And no, the irony isn’t lost on me that while I might not be shovelling food into my mouth I certainly will be guzzling the homemade limoncello and coffee liquuer Chef has made or the case of wine we’ll be taking with us.
Honey soy chicken wings
An absolute favourite in this house. I can’t give you specific measurements, just go with the ‘feel’ of it.
1 kilo chicken wings, chopped along the joints
2 cups soy sauce
2 garlic cloves, smooshed
knob of ginger, grated
sprinkle of Chinese Five Spice
dash of sesame oil
– marinate for as long as you have
– pour everything into a baking dish
– bake at 200C until they’ve got good colour
– if the sauce is really runny, make a cornflour slurry and stir through a few minutes from the end of the cooking process to thicken.
– serve with steamed rice and broccolli or snow peas.
The boys came with me for the grocery shop on the weekend. Remarkably it was really enjoyable, with the boys asking me about all different fruit and vegetables and various food stuffs with minimal whinging and requests for every form of junk food imaginable.
Cue the Woollies worker who also happens to be a sheikh (sp?)
Felix: Look Mummy, a genie!