Cupcakes anyone?

As promised, I present our cupcakes made lovingly by the three kids...

And they were delish!

What did we do today?

It was such a brilliant sunny day today....the peace and fresh air was just divine.


I thought I'd tell you about our day. We woke late and did some grocery shopping in the morning.

The Hubbster spent the day underneath the house (oh that's where our computer chair is) wiring in the powerpoints and running cables....

I decided it was a good time to clean some window frames and window screens in the new house. The dirt and dust needed to be wiped away so as not to stain the aluminium.

A glass of wine was also called for!



Can you see the difference after cleaning?


We did some of this.....


And then I thought it a great idea to let the three kids loose in the kitchen making cupcakes.

Alone.

I hovered around taking photos waiting for the carnage..but..they did so well.




I love this last photo of all the helping hands...

Tune in tommorrow for the finished result!

Meh stupid internet and chicken schnitzel

AH bliss for a minute. The Hubbster is at work. The kids are eating dinner while watching The Simpsons so I have a minute to post.

I am sorry I havent' visited your blogs but I have used all of our internet allowance so I am on dial up. Which is about as fun as sticking needles in your eyes. Or watching Speed Racer again, which I have done..and done..and done. I should be back to full speed on May 1. So your gorgeous pages refuse to load and it pisses me that I can't read and find out what you are up to.

It annoys me as we are out of town so are on satellite broadband internet. Which is particularly useless because it constantly drops in and out, and doesn't offer us a decent plan for the money. So we chose a plan with adequate fast hours...or so I thought. Each month I use it up...blogging. Or facebooking. Or googling Sam and Dean. And each month I promise myself that I will stay away from the computer....but of course here I am.

I was reading an article today about the tv series Masterchef, in which one contestant was praised for her unique "plating up" ability. I'm sorry- plating up ability?? Don't you just throw the fish fingers and mashed spuds onto the plates and call out "DINNERS READY"??

Oh you know I jest. I'm sure there are some people who have a gift to be able to do this and do it right. The way they wipe the sauce from the edge of the plate, or how they position the food so it looks delicious and inviting. Really, how hard could it be? It all goes down the same way doesn't it? I don't really think my kids care how their chicken schnitzel (or chicken mitchell as Miss T likes to call it) sits as long as it is tasty and filling and it's followed by a chocolate milo.

Icecream for Dinner?

How to have icecream for dinner.

1) Cook a delicious meal of Spaghetti Bolognaise.

2) Feed the entire family and wait patiently to have your own when they all go to bed.

3) Place plate of delicious food in microwave and cover with...a metal saucepan lid.

4) Watch as handle of metal saucepan lid gets blown off inside microwave with a huge bang!

5) Take plate out and notice that dinner now is unfit for human consumption.

6) Realise what a farking idiot you are (I am).

7) As there is no bread in the house, eat the rest of the icecream left over in the freezer. Enjoy

8) Feed the delicious dinner to the dog.

(Disclaimer - I am fully aware that you do not put metal in the microwave, but admit to having a frickin brain snap and behaved accordingly).

Night from Hell, so what's new.

I had a night from hell last night. Mothers will know these nights by how wrecked they feel in the morning. It all started off fine but soon disolved into crap. Utter crap. It went a bit like this:-

We put Miss T (aged 4) to bed at her usual time of 7.30pm, and my son and I layed on the lounge and watched some uninteresting show on tv. Soon we were both asleep by 8pm. It's time for an early night, farmerswife thinks. (as I am a nightowl, 8.45pm is an extremely early night).

Everyone else was asleep as I slid deliciously into my cosy king sized bed, which cost us $2500 (crazy price at the time) but is worth every cent and more. I drifted off into a calm deep sleep until I woke at 11.30pm with the mother of all migraine headaches, enough to glue my head to the pillow (where TF did that come from?).

On my left was the hubbster, sound asleep and snoring like a freight train (he finds this hilariously funny when I say this, I just want to punch him out) right in my ear. And on my left, in the kids section of the bedroom, as we are all sharing because we don't have a house (yet) was Miss T crying, twitching, kicking her blankets off, snorting and sniffling.

Every time the hubbster has to work early, it's either a kid wakes up and plays up or the dog moans, barks and kicks her dish around, waking him in the process which is not good. I tried to calm down Miss T, but she wouldn't have it. No, to mummy lay down with you. No, to mummy fix your blankets up.

I finally settled her, and resumed my horizontal position and waited for the codeine to kick in. An hour later we repeated the process, with mummy trying to stay calm, which got harder as the night progressed. Finally after about 8 rounds of this, I felt like saying to her "Go to sleep or I'll put you in the friggin tennis court" but instead I said "Go to sleep and I'll buy you a chocolate tommorrow".

This worked and 10 minutes later, the hubbster woke to go to work, and Miss T went into a deep sleep. Guess who wouldn't get out of bed later on because she was tired. Hmm.

We were both so tired today, that we climbed into bed at 11am, I scratched her back and she was out to it. As was I.

While she was sleeping, I decided to make my lunch. I made this.

Then I whipped up some of these little beauties for the kids afternoon tea.

More choc bits Farmerswife!!

Cuppa tea anyone???

WTF how big?

I just did some baking. Yes I know how shocked you are but goddamit, I refuse to buy commercial biscuits and cakes now that Miss T is resembling somewhat of a normal, if not still loud and annoying 4 year old. She has calmed down so much and is sweet as pie, MOST of the time. She is probably the best helper in the shed, she doesn't complain when cleaning up a trashed bedroom, or helping with some other task that sends the other two running for cover.

So I am getting creative. I said before call me Martha Stewart (god I love her hair) but for godsake if I can't learn to cook by the time I am 42, umm thats this month, well things are not looking good.

Don't get me wrong, I can cook, to a certain extent. The family are fed and watered regularly, they have home baked goodies in their lunchboxes, I can cook a baked dinner without killing them but anything else is a stretch. It's probably because I don't have (or make) time to try out new recipes, so we usually have the same things over and over again. For example:-

1 Pasta - lots of different varieties, actually I make a really nice lasagne
2 Stirfries - I have a good wok so that helps.
3 Baked dinners - my baked potatoes rock my husbands world
4 Tuna mornay pasta bake - (farmerswife shuddering at the thought of eating tuna) the family loves this, I sometimes substitute the tuna for chicken and I will eat that. You can stick the tuna ... yuch.
5 Mexican food - my favourite of all.
6 BBQ's - well the hubbster cooks the bbq I make the salad.
7 Curries
8 Mongolian Lamb
9 Chicken Parmigiana

Well by the looks of that list, things are not as bad as they seem.

So I did some baking and made a healthy muesli slice


that also rocks my husbands world. I added in what was left of the choc bits that Miss T had sneakily consumed yesterday.

But the piece de resistance must be my jam drops. Arn't they supposed to be dainty little morsels of delight, just big enough to pop in your mouth, one by one whilst perving on the boys from Supernatural on a Monday night (sorry I digress because of the sex scene in this weeks episode)?

MY jam drops have come out of the oven the size of bulls testicles, not that I would know the size exactly but fuck they are big - the jam drops I mean. Just take a look:-

Miss T turned her nose up in disgust, as if to say "there's supposed to be 2 dozen there, where the suck are the rest" (remembering she can't pronounce the "F" sound), but apart from the size, they taste really good. Actually they taste really really good. This lot will last about 1.5 days in my house before I will have to make more bull testicle sized jam drops. I never thought I would write those 5 words in the same sentence.