But they had a ball at the playground and the petting zoo, visited Colchester Castle and played at Go Bananas. Ate like trenchermen, because basically their paternal grandmother will not take any crap like what I do.The best bit of my time off? Realising, at 18:05, that I needed to leave for the cinema, and starting up the car at 18:07.
Oh yes - the chocolate eggs. Another of these aren't-I-a-good-mum schemes gone horribly wrong. A couple of weeks ago, I melted the chocolate, brought out the moulds, wrapped the kids up in their plastic aprons, and then it all went to hell in a handcart. The little beggars actually started helping. No-ooo-oo-o-oo! Moulds bent out of shape, kids screaming at each other to 'Let GO! It's MY turn!' and hot melted chocolate everywhere. Having shoo-ed them away - far away - I've had good fun doing it ALL BY MYSELF. But now it's crunch time. Having lovingly put the patterns in different coloured chocolate, and filled the moulds with careful layers of the plain stuff, it was time to put the eggs together.
The little ones popped out of their moulds very easily, and it was the work of moments to paste the halves together. Well, it would have been moments if I hadn't had to keep washing my hands.
I'd used blimmin' cooking chocolate, hadn't I. All organically grown and fairly traded and all, but the stuff, as indeed it's supposed to, melts at a breath, never mind body temperature. The little eggs are all smeared messes, and the two big ones, destined for Ma and Julia, JUST WILL NOT COME OUT OF THEIR MOULDS. Without breaking into tiny little pieces, obviously.
Though a big upside to all this has been my discovery that as a method of taking and storing clearly defined fingerprints, cooking chocolate is second to none. I'm going to write to Gil Grissom. Maybe he'll want to discuss it over a bottle of wine . . .
3 comments:
You got three days? Three whole days. WOW. Currently feeling like a a siamese twin to all three of my albeit adorable children. If only I could escape with my husband for a romantic night away in a plush apartment beside a beautiful lake.. oh okay, that's next week.
Sid looks fab in her Marie Antoinette outfit. LOL at the egg story. Looking forward to an Easter egg hunt in the autumnal garden (seasons here are so WRONG!)
Yes, I like Sid's outfit, too- especially the shoes, they are phantastic! And Beri looks very happy on the picture- how nice :)
Why do you rarely post pictures of Kit?
Eggs: I think they look fabulous. Are this the lakeland moulds?
Elaine! ROMANTIC NIGHT AWAY! We are going to need details, y'know. That princess dress NEVER comes off. She still has her trousers on underneath, mind . . .
Your Maj. - Lakeland indeed. You know the catalogue better than I do, you sad girl. And every time I point a camera at Kit, he pulls such a face I fear for the safety of my lens.
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