Harmony Day 

“Bring a plate of food that reflects your culture to share with your classmates.”

It’s a wrap

Somehow this week became Felix’s week, in that he determined what we were going to have for dinner each night of the week.
See. This is when I know these children really are mine.
Very particular.
Liking of a list.
Very partial to been very anal.

Sunday featured tandoori chicken w/ cucumber raita, tomato ‘salad’ and rice
Monday was more chicken (whoops, at least it was free range – the poor man’s organic) – this time a whole roasted bird with a fantastic stuffing with potatoe and sweet potato ‘chips’
Tuesday was Vietnamese rice paper rolls w/ soy chicken and bbq duck from BBQ Kitchen in Chinatown, which Chef collected on his way home. There was a minor segue to China as I remembered I had some Peking Duck pancakes in the freezer and a new jar of hoisin sauce in the cupboard. Yum,
Tonight was leftovers of the chicken and duck and julienned vegetables rolled into sushi rolls. I also made some udon noodle soup.
But are you noticing the theme? I’m starting to feel like the Chef off The Muppets. We roll it, roll it and roll it some more.
I’m drawing the line at TexMex.

Muesli Bars

I am always keen for ideas of something healthy to put in the boys lunch boxes or to give them for afternoon tea that is home made. I refuse to buy commercial muesli bars or give the boys those snack packs of savoury biscuits or cheese and biscuit mini packs and so on because they are full of sugar, high in salt and often fat and don’t even get me started on the role of thickeners, preservatives, colours and the list goes on.

Muffins are a great one but you need to be able to freeze them or they just turn into paper weights the day after baking. And well, our tiny freezer has been known to be the straw capable of breaking this camel’s back. Biscuits are also great but in our house they don’t last long and while I would love to think I could just whip up a batch each day let’s get real. And then beautiful Krista posted this on her flikr page. I’ve slightly changed it as I am want to do – no sugar in the stewed apricots, no added salt, sultanas instead of dried cranberries as I suspect in Canada you have quite a selection of dried cranberries to choose from as opposed to here where you get craisins and I hate craisins. But I have thrown in a handful of choc chips as she suggests. You know, country to country.

Muesli Bars

  • 1 cup dried apricots
  • 3/4 cup water
  • 1 cup brown sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 1/2 cup vegetable oil
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 1 1/2 cup rolled oats (not quick)
  • 1 cup flour
  • 1/2 cup wheat germ
  • 1/2 tsp baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp cinnamon
  • 1/2 cup sultanas
  • 1/4 cup choc chips
  1. Chop apricots* and combine with water in a saucepan. Bring to boil, cover and turn down to simmer for 20 minutes adding some extra water if necessary
  2. Combine brown sugar, eggs, oil and vanilla in a large bowl
  3. Mix in the oats, wheat germ, flour, baking powder, cinnamon, sultanas and choc chips
  4. Stir in apricots
  5. Pour into a lined 8×8 cake pan (I used a rectangular one that I think is 7×11 or so, bake for 35 minutes at 350 F (170C)
  6. Turn out when cool and cut into 16 squares.

* I completely forgot to chop them, infact, hadn’t read this bit and was wondering if I should chop them, but folded them in as they were (halved) and they sort of mushed in. I thought it was really clever but now realise I should probably have chopped them.

Weekend Roundup

Ok, this is the current food obsession. My garlicky tahini, grilled pitabread and grape tomatoes.

It’s official, Obi-wan is a clothes-horse:

The two eldest boys just spent a few days with my Dad and stepmother. It was weird and I’m not sure how happy I was having them 2 hours drive away. The oldies were exhausted, as were the kids and they all had an absolute blast.

We spent most of today revolting 40+C degree day at my inlaws – soaking in the pool and preoccupying the collective mind from tomorrow’s funeral.

Thank you everyone for your kind words and thoughts. It has been a weird week to say the least and we’re all feeling the looming-ness of tomorrow.

I was going to do a whole post on the whole week, but quite frankly, I’m (still) hot and very tired and well, you all pretty much get how my life runs these days anyway.

Stuff and nonsense

Last Sunday I took the boys to Sydney Aquarium at Darling Harbour. The Doodles gave us a family pass for a year. Pretty cool huh!
Well, it is cool.
Losing Oscar for oh, t.w.e.n.t.y minutes is not.
By the time I found him, the rising fear, the absolute s.h.e.e.r terror that someone had taken my Ogga-boy, that he had fallen into Cockle Bay and drown, that he had just wandered off and now couldn’t find me and had no way of telling anyone who he was, who I was, where we were going and so on and so forth – was too much to bear.
I eventually found him way around another whole part of the precinct.
Basically because after scouring the entire aquarium and loud speaker announcements I went back outside and just started s.c.r.e.a.m.i.n.g. his name. An English tourist said to me, “have you lost a little boy with calipers on?” (he had his super legs on) and then told me he was “way way around” the other side, sitting on a chair crying.
A staff member at the new Sydney Wildlife World saw me and my distress and just came with me – we found him being looked after by another young English couple.
He just sobbed, I sobbed and sobbed and we hugged each other so hard.
I thought my heart would never recover.
Felix, through all of this, had stood beside the stroller containing Jasper doing exactly as I asked.
I just hugged him, told him how proud I was of him looking after Jasper and doing what I asked. His reply? “Well of course I was going to look after him. I’m his big brother.”
I sat the boys down in a corner in the foyer, plied them with drink bottles and packets of Tiny Teddies to just regroup and give me a change to ensure I wasn’t about to have a heart-attack or spontaneously combust. Or something.
After all that the boys (and indeed I) had a lovely time.
I still can’t relay the story to others without crying.
Now, for those who read this who have known me for some time, they will read the following, tsk with a laugh, shake their head and mutter, “I can’t believe she wrote about that” but really? They won’t be surprised at all, and in fact will be relieved as it is the true revelation that I.am.back.

For those I have met through here and have expectations about what I write about and what is appropriate to write about, it’s probably a good time to look away.

For you see, the thing I am enjoying most about early second trimester pregnancy? Trumpet bottom. I am cranking out the loudest, the longest and the most pungent of bottom burps possible. It is quite frankly the most enjoyable activity I’ve done for some time. Well, there’s another one that has refound itself but that involves Chef and even I have some notion of drawing a line.

Funny hey, that I won’t go into sex but am happy to discuss my ability to fart long, loud and stinky and to do so with quite adegree of pride and glee.