Posts filed under ‘away from the plot’
Crickley Hill has always been one of our favourite places. G and I could amble for hours through the woods or over the escarpment. Now we are 3 visits remain as long but generally we find ourselves in one particular spot playing dens.
We love just hanging out doing toddlery stuff locally but it’s nice to have a treat day further afield from time to time. Tesco reward vouchers made that possible for us recently when we met up with E’s also-2-years-old cousin at the Sealife Centre in Birmingham. E was more interested in clambering and running than fish gazing but he very charmingly shouted ”Wow, look at that” as he zoomed past!
We lunched afterwards at Pizza Express (food for free when £2.50 in vouchers = £10 towards the meal). E was worn out by his adventures and fell asleep on my lap much to the delight of Daddy who could indulge in his favourite chocolate ice-cream without having to share.
On the way home we pulled into our beloved Hillfield Gardens to stretch our legs after the journey. E decided my vacated front seat was a much better option and cheerily refused to get out: ”Euan doing driving”. So the boys stayed in the car and I enjoyed a peaceful sit in the scented garden, lovely.
I eventually managed to persuade E out of the car with leftover pizza and the promise of meeting a new doggy friend. Here he is trying to share with Isla* dog!
Did you know that Euan would have been an Isla if he’d been a girl?
It turns out Birmingham is quite a big word for a small boy to master.
”Burmigan. Burmingung. Burminham”. He soon got in when I broke it down to ‘Birming-ham’. I later overheard him saying to himself ‘‘Birming-ham. Yeh, that’s right. Burming-cheese too. Burming-breakfast’. Burning-dinner’. What a busy brain!
This on a day when he’d already informed me ‘‘Red light says stop. Green lights says go go go. Yellow light says Fix the hoover”.
George’s favourite wooly hat was mauled by a dog. His head wasn’t in it at the time thankfully. In true frugal fashion I darned the hole after teasingly asking if he wanted a Fulham Football Club badge sewn over it. I now suspect he may be giving this idea serious consideration and if you are dearest I’m sure you’d like the privilege of sewing it on yourself? Here’s some advice if you’re not sure where to start and I know your Dad has darned a sock or twenty in his time so you can compare notes. On second thoughts I’d happily do it for you – I don’t fancy trading it for any of your blue jobs!
© poster from The Children’s War Exhibition in 2010 at the Imperial War Museum, London, unearthed in my drafts folder!
I love trying new recipes but rarely make time to experiment in the kitchen.
I love eating colourful, energy giving food but too often make lazy, bland choices.
I love the saying “let food be thy medicine and let medicine be thy food” but I’m fickle about remembering it. All these things I appreciate about eating are fundamentally about practicing good self-care – something it’s easy to forget on days when cooking from scratch with a toddler trying to climb up my leg seems like too much effort. Which is why I’m so excited to share how I topped up credits in my Mumma Bear’s ”good self-care” Bank last weekend.
Mum and I spent a blissful couple of hours watching Caroline, the nutritionist at Maggies in Cheltenham, prepare 5 quick and easy, immune boosting recipes. That would have been treat enough and then, we sampled everything! Not just a nibble but a whole lunch worth; lentil bolognaise with noodles, lentil and sweet potato stew and warm red cabbage with apple, walnut and dried cherries.
And rounded it all off with Date and Lacuma Cocao fridge bars.
So delicious and so good for you.
Such a wonderful way to spend a Saturday morning and I’m brim full of inspiration now to create the right kind of comfort food as we head into Autumn. I left with napkin wrapped cocoa squares for G and E to sample. It made a nice treat for a little boy who’d taken a tumble while Mummy was away and split the inside of his lip.
Too good to share with just anyone but your luck’s in if you’re 3 inches tall and made of plastic). ‘‘Euan bite, man bite. Euan sharing, nice’‘.
Hunkering down indoors on the wet stormy day that followed our cooking demonstration was the perfect excuse to put Caroline’s nutrition tips into action. Vegetable casserole is a fairly regular meal for us; different every time depending on what’s in the fridge.
Our Maggies inspired Sunday stew included:
– sweet potato rich in flavanoids and anti-oxidant beta carotene
– green lentils for protein, minerals and fibre
– red onions for their high levels of Quercitin, an anti-inflammatory
– dried mushrooms high in beta-glucans to stimulate the immune system
– Carotino oil – a blend of red palm and rape seed oil, high in anti-oxidants, Vitamins A & E and Omega 3 & 6.
..so what was I saying 3 years and 8 months ago. Oh yes, that lovely mock goose I tried at the Ministry of Food exhibition at the Imperial War Museum turned out rather well when I recreated it at home. It’s called Mock Goose because it’s flavoured with sage and was made for Christmas on rations without a bird. I can’t say whether the aroma and flavour alone would be enough to satisfy a meat eater having never eaten goose myself but it certainly had a lovely comforting home cooked roast dinner taste and feel about it.
I’d say a large potato per person, a grated apple, some grated cheese (probably not much as it would have been rationed – enough to thicken the gravy), vegetable stock, enough to cover to the top layer of potato and a liberal sprinkling of dried sage.
Bake it in the oven for an hour so the sauce goes all thick and sticky and the potatoes are softened. The apple and cheese are such a fine combination and you’d never know they were there but for a lovely sweet richness to the gravy.
Other posts in the Ministry of Food series you might be interested in
part 2: digging for Victory
part 3: thrifty war time ways to feed your family
sigh, Monday morning comes around so fast doesn’t it.
As far as walks to work go though this one takes a lot of beating.
It’s such a beautiful, tranquil 10 minute trundle through the grounds of Gloucester Cathedral that my heel-dragging reluctance to leave my boys playing at home is gradually replaced with a sense of quiet acceptance and curiosity about what the day ahead might bring.
Through Wesley’s archway and then turn right … and you’ll find yourself outside my office. With this view of the Cathedral, as featured in the Guardian’s ”Let’s Move to Gloucester” article on Friday