Winter Warmers
byTemperatures are dropping around here and the thing is I have a love/hate relationship with winter.
Temperatures are dropping around here and the thing is I have a love/hate relationship with winter.
Finding a book in my little alcove frustrates me because I hate it when the kids leave their stuff all over the house and especially because they aren’t supposed to go anywhere near my work laptop.
My simple apple pie filling, with a homemade pastry. Takes a little longer but wife loves it more than pie made with frozen pastry sheets and she ‘pays’ well.
I usually don’t put up two recipe posts in one week, but this seems to be the month for pies. A friend gave me this recipe a few weeks ago. When I say gave I mean he posted a pic on Facebook of one of the pies he and his wife had just made and it looked so good I insisted he give me the recipe. Same thing, I say.
When I’m sleep deprived, I’m a mess. The synapses in my brain just don’t fire. What I say and what I hear don’t necessarily match reality. I hear about Winston Churchill, Napolean Bonaparte, Thomas Jefferson and Bob Hawke and how at the peak of their political powers they only required a few hours sleep a night and I can’t believe there haven’t been more wars.
Of all the pies I’ve made with Grandma lately, this is the one I want to do again really soon. Tracey, on the other hand, has a hankering for Grandma’s Spinach Pie, so you can guess which of these two pies I’ve made twice more in the three weeks since Grandma has been away.
Tonight I am going to bed without a sore back for the first time in months, and I have my lovely Miss6 to thank for it.
“I think we’ve got a tick in here,” Tracey called out from the bathroom. When I walked in she had her glasses off and was holding them out trying to use them to magnify the beast.
It wasn’t difficult to work out which of our brood was playing host to a parasite – Master8 was nearly in tears, quivering and making incoherent sounds. He screams at the sight of a needle, so this was his ‘holding it together’. It’s difficult to picture him storming beaches or base jumping. I like that about him.
Boggle was the clear favourite this weekend for our 3 middle kids. It’s place assured from the first game when all 3 kids managed to pick out the word POO.
Here’s a list of ten things my kids don’t learning good. They’ll get there eventually, I’m sure. The oldest two did. Eventually.
Is it just me, or do other couples find they kiss a lot less after they’ve been together a few years?
Serve this moist spinach pie with a salad or as a side. either way, it’s going to be the talking point of any meal you include it in.
For most people I meet, one of the first questions they ask me when they find out I have a blog is, ‘What’s a blog?’
I’m bad at accents. The one I chose for Pip the squirrel in this story was Asian. What the kids got was Asian / Indian / Scottish. They didn’t seem to notice though.
What they did notice was the lovely heroine dying on her wedding day.
Thinking Miss3 was into her shoes again, Tracey was surprised to find Master8 walking past her in her wedding heels.