When you need to discuss dinner options without getting your toddler over-excited about something you might not wish to promise: “What did you give him for dinner yesterday?” “Uh…. digits of piscine creatures.” “Riiiiiiigh. Well, today he’s getting a circular cut of dough with shredded dairy and porcine bits.” “Ok. Oh! There are also strips…
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Day #253 Derailment
We apologise for the interruption, but this evening’s service of steady, measured, insightful writing will instead be supplanted by slightly inappropriate frivolity. I did actually have a plan for tonight’s post. It involved a particular tree and some childhood nostalgia, but instead I accidentally got sucked into an epic Facebook debate in a group for…
Day #246 Gone bananas
Hawkeye insisted on walking home today which meant that passing by the shop without going in was guaranteed to provoke a tantrum. Thankfully, he has learned to accept that “ice cream” comes from the fridge at home, not the shop, and can once again be bribed to exit the shop eating just a banana and…
Day #227 Addams Family Brunch
I needed to take the wee beastie out of the house this morning to give The Mister a chance to catch up on some sleep and rest. It took some effort to get him out of the house but eventually I succeeded and we wound up in Herbstreet. Now, the last time I had brunch…
Day #207 Liar liar pants on fire*
If I had known at the time that we would be just past our first full week of toilet training when I was booking this weekend’s Early Learning Workshop at The Ark, I would never have gone for it. The traditional wisdom is to lock yourself in the house with your toddler and remain antisocial…
Day #203 Mommy hitting the minibar
The life of a parent. I don’t really need to explain this one, do I?
Day #132 Russian Caravan
I am a self-confessed tea snob. I would not say that I have highly refined tastes, or that I can pick out the difference between a darjeeling and an assam leaf at fifty paces. I don’t like drinking my tea out of dainty porcelain tea cups that hold about three sips of tea. And I’m…
Day #127 Summer brew
The summer home brewing season has begun!
Day #116 Here’s to old friends…
And we drank to that friendship that lasts over time and distance. The kind that lies dormant for a long time as we move on with our daily lives, far apart from each other, but is instantly rekindled into a bright, unwavering flame when we come in contact with each other. We pick up conversations…
Day #114 The Great Ferrero Rocher Irony
It is one of life’s great ironies for a dark chocolate lover that the dark Ferrero Rocher is the least nice one of the three options in their selection box. … Doesn’t mean I’m not going to eat it.
Day #107 It was a massacre…
A pie massacre: it’s what happens when you suffer an epic failure trying to transfer a slice of pie from the tray to your plate. Good thing it’s still just as tasty in its mangled state because pie, even a massacred one, fixes a lot of problems. You have a problem? Have some pie. You’ll…
The Feathered Rose 