Do you ever have one of those weeks where nothing seems to have happened? Uneventful.
Don’t get me wrong. I have been busy. I spent the first two days of the week fully focused on work. Barely looking up. Meeting deadlines.
Pancake day, which involved making pancakes in the morning ready for the school pancake race, plus pancakes in the evening for everyone else.
In the general run of the week, I cooked from scratch and used up supplies. I’m trying not to shop one week a month, to force myself to use up those products that I buy just in case. The ones lurking at the back of the cupboard that were a good idea at the time. Reaching in the back of the fridge, to finish off the last one of different foods. I’m talking about you, last, lonely garlic clove. And don’t think I haven’t spotted you, pepper, hiding behind the ketchup. Your days are numbered.
Bizarrely, I’m good at putting ingredients together. No recipe book needed. Adding the right flavours together. Blending sauces, all from scratch. Meals are varied, which the family loves. I can’t imagine cooking the same thing over and over again.
I have absorbed recipes and tips for decades. Still am. Methods picked up over the years. Cherry picking it all, for the meal in hand. It feels a natural way to cook.
There was a costume to put together for World Book Day. Klaus Baudelaire from A Series of Unfortunate Events. Using things we had, a charity shop jacket and homemade spectacles (two plastic cups and scrap fabric)
The Teen went to Brownies as a volunteer. She is working towards her DofE award. She loved it and is looking forward to going back. I could never persuade her to go when she was younger, so I’m glad she is enjoying it now. I dropped her off and picked her up as my role of parent taxi.
The Teen and I also attended a briefing meeting about her upcoming school trip. No surprises. This will be her third overseas school trip.
So why does the week seem uneventful? I certainly was kept busy. I think it is because nothing unusual happened. I wasn’t pushed out of my comfort zone. All these events happen each year. It is part of our yearly rhythm. I’ve made costumes. I’ve cooked. I’ve dropped children off at events.
I don’t think it is a bad thing. A week of no surprises. A time to breathe and take everything in my stride. I’m sure it won’t be long before a challenge rears it’s head, so I’m happy for an uneventful week.