Harassed Mom

Last night’s dinner was disastrous!

I had a picture in my head of how it would work but it just didn’t turn out like that *sigh*

It wasn’t inedible but noone was asking for seconds.

I did discover that if you accidently forget about fishfingers in the oven – the don’t burn – they disintegrate!

While I am devastated about the whole thing I realise that even the most domesticated of domestic goddess have a bad day.

I do, however, have a few questions for you all.

• How many loads of washing do you do a day/week? I am doing minimum one a day. Some days there are two. All I seem to do is put washing in, take it out, fold it, pack it away.
• HOW do you cook rice? We had a rice cooker at my moms place and it is the best thing that was ever invented but we haven’t gotten one yet. So week one I managed to cook the most perfect rice but this week I have consistently made porridge :-/
• You know those black/white polystyrene tray things that meat comes in or you get fresh fruit and veg sometimes packed in them or cupcakes? Can you recycle them? I was throwing them away but we have alot – especially with the stuff form the market and so now I am washing them and keeping them – for what I am not sure but I can’t bring myself to throw them away anymore.

Tonights meal has already been cooked (we have soccer until 17h30), the washing has been hung up, the house is relatively neat – the domestic goddess is coming back stronger than before :-p

My regular readers may know that I do not enjoy cooking. My main reason for this is because I generally have to cook when I am tired and honestly that is not so much fun.

I can actually cook and can do it rather well.

Since moving into our new home I have decided to embrace my inner domestic goddess and kick some dinner cooking butt and let me tell you I have done it in style people!

There was an awesome meatless monday, an epic minute steak, beans and carrots and sweet potato and potato mash, a yummy spaghetti and tonight was honey and mustard basted chicken, butternut, rice and a salad (the honey and mustard glaze was made from scratch by ME).

Take that Martha Stewart!

The best part is I am actually enjoying it. It helps that David tells me every night with such enthusiasm that that was the best meal he has ever had

Take that Jamie Oliver!

AND since we only have Mary once a week I have also had to a small bit of tidying and I seem to have that down too – ok well nearly down. Hoping the kids shirts dry properly over night tonight :-p

I have had a pretty exhausting week so dont have the energy to blog about anything hectic – eventhough I want to run something by you all – will have to wait till the weekend!

So I thought we could talk about cooking baby since it seems to be a pretty hot topic at the moment.

Rachel talked about it and what it mean if a man buys pumpkin. Dadshouse offered some recipes.

Despite my 2 years of training in the kitchen at hotel school I still wont can not cook. Its really not something I enjoy at all.

I actually think its hereditary – my mother can not cook. Yes she got us fed and continues to do so but there have been many nights we all rather stuck with toast.

And there is, after all, nothing I can do about genes now is there? Its my fate!

If I can buy a cake I dont see the point of making it? If I can buy a tin of tomato paste why not? I mean imagine we all did these things from scratch all the poor people bottling, baking, making the convenience food would be without jobs and do you want that on your conscience – I certainly dont.

Having said that I do try ensure my family have a healthy diet. We eat our fruit and veggies and dont really do take aways and stuff but Martha Stewart I am not!

Chances are I will be cruising the shopping isles looking for a heat and eat pumpkin pie and ready made banana loaf secure in the knowledge that I am assisting with job creation.

So can YOU cook?