Now I admit, I probably didn’t approach the issue in the best way. I should have known. It’s not as if I’m particularly new to this parenting lark. I know the rules. Parenting Rule number 537 states that a short sharp, direct approach, out of the blue, will not seamlessly shift offspring on to the next stage of development. Too quick. Too sudden.
No. It requires carefully placed, crafted hints being casually dropped for weeks beforehand. Like a trail of breadcrumbs leading them to their own discovery of the need to move up a level. Preparing the ground. I knew that. I’m not a rookie.
Not that that stopped me. When I look back, I made the classic mistake and I was doomed to fail from the moment I drew breath to speak.
All three offspring were in the kitchen. I seized the moment. I announced, in a nonchalent manner, that everyone was too old for chocolate advent calendars this year. My follow up argument about single use plastic would have won them over, but I played it too late. I felt some of them sway. Alas, by then, the battle had already been lost. Apparently, and this is the moment I knew I was defeated, I was on route to ruining their childhoods forever. (again)
I wonder which page of the childhood manual that gem is printed on.
Anyway, this partly explains why I ended up in the kitchen with my 13 year old, one evening, making chocolate. Continue reading
There are two types of cake eaters. Those that munch the cake as a pre-qualifier to indulging in the sweet topping. Those that are drawn to the yummy look of the decorations, but then only eat the cake.
You only have to look at the remains of cake at the end of a children’s party to see what I mean. Not an adult party. They are far too polite and drilled about food waste. There is an unseen notice beside cake trays, but we all know it’s there. If you have no intention to eat the whole cake, leave it alone for others.
I think I know which type I am. Continue reading
For years, I have seen images, around the internet, of edible mice treats made using Hershey Kisses and cherries. Even before Pinterest, I had the project bookmarked. Inspiring me to make a batch.
Except there was a problem. I couldn’t find the elusive Hershey Kisses. There didn’t seem to be an alternative. Not on this side of the Pond, and certainly not in sleepy Somerset. Without the all important Kiss, there really wasn’t much point making the mice. They were perfect for the head. Continue reading