I truly feel that in this last week I have levelled up!
Those of you who follow the Facebook page as well as subscribe to the blog will have already seen these so I apologise to you happy few!
However, on Tuesday I once again ventured into the land of “making fresh soup from scratch for my beloved offspring”.
Ho ho ho *hysterical laughter commences*
So a slightly different selection of vegetables, including shallots for, you know, actual seasoning!
I did mention I didn’t know how to cook right?!?!?!
Which ended as this:
And yes, the significantly less chunky one was for #1 Son.
No, he didn’t eat it. But he did try it at least.
I have instituted a new rule of three separate mouthfuls before I call time. If he manages that (and we are only talking about three individual pieces of pasta – and please note the shape of them) then the bowl of pre-prepared plain pasta (yes I weep internally at this) that I also prepare is produced. I also offer grated cheese. If no try? No extra pasta. Cruel perhaps? But I’m officially at the end of my rope.
TT was marginally more impressed, but generally speaking, once her big brother gives up on something, so does she.
So I was left with a fairly voluminous pot of soup, with no idea what to do about it. But then with a sudden brain wave I decided I would blend the lot down and freeze it.
Behold the wonder and joy of ice baths and ziplock bags! There is a large bag that will serve as an emergency meal for us, and
Behold the awesomeness of my wifely skill and care!!!!
STOP SNIGGERING AT THE BACK THERE
And that is not all dear audience, oh by no means.
I also did this:
Why yes, that would be a pan of homemade vegetable stock using the leftovers.
Now, I will freely admit that it seems that I apparently made the grievous error of including
eggplant aubergine peelings in it – because they are bitter they shouldn’t be used. But there was a whopping amount of butternut squash unused from the soup:
And so I think it balanced out, as it didn’t taste bitter at all. And so now I have about 1.3 litres of homemade stock to use in my next attempt and providing the beasts with actual nutrition.
I’m actually itching to get my hands on a chicken carcass or lamb bones now 😂🤣
And this, this is not all. Today, I did this:
I actually ironed and sorted all of my son’s t-shirts.
Look, I appreciate that this does not sound impressive. And that I probably should not be as proud of this as I actually am, but as ironing could definitely be consider as my own personal Goliath/Achilles Heel/insert Greek metaphor of choice here I’m bloody pleased with myself!
All in all, I feel confident in stating that this week I have definitely levelled up in overall domestic goddessery.
4 thoughts on “Domestic Goddessery”
It all looks so healthy! Your mum must be really proud of you. But what is the bright yellow veg in the top left hand corner of the first photograph?
I have a couple of recipes that use a lot of butternut squash. Not really for the kiddies, but if you can convince the hus creature to switch to a healthier diet too… One is by Yotam Ottolenghi and is quite sophisticated, the other is a butternut squash curry, which you eat with Asian flat bread such as chapattis or naans. Do you want them?
Ida, always, arrived yesterday, and I blubbed too. How did the teachers/therapists react when you described the incident to them? Have you managed to contact the little boy in Banbury?
Yesterday Odile enjoyed glorious weather, with a deep blue sky and a temperature of 20°C. That is just south of Paris. Did you get the snow you were hoping for?
Have a lovely weekend.
I wept with joy/amusement at this post!!!! Long may it continue, my dear, dear girl! Claude…….. don’t frighten her off with complicated recipes ……… go gradually….. Welsh rarebit???!!!! Love you, girl!!!! Momma xxxxx
What? Cheese on toast WITH SAUCE ON IT?!?!! Steady there momma!!!!
OK, OK Neene, I admit that the Ottolenghi recipe is a tad complicated. But Fliss is more than capable of making the curry. You must stop babyfying her. She is a big girl now, with her own kiddies. Welsh rarebit is something she could teach Nathan to make. He would enjoy making it, but not necessarily eat it.
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