Monday, 25 February 2013

Fajita, Fajita, Fajita




It was Tom's idea.  Please, Ali, will you go to Sainsbury's for a fajita kit.  I got slightly carried away and thought "No….!  I can do that my self, thank you very much".


I read a couple of recipes and taking pointers from them decided to just shove what I felt like in there.


THE MARINADE

  • The juice from 1 lemon
  • a glut of olive oil
  • tsp cumin
  • tsp chilli powder
  • 2 fresh red chillis
  • Fresh coriander, chopped
  • 1 clove of garlic, crushed
  • Pepper
Put your chicken breasts in and give it a bit of a mix.  Then leave it for an hour at room temperature to marinade.



Whilst that's going on, make the guacamole.  Oh my goodness I love guac!!  Love, lOvE, LOvE guac.


GUACAMOLE

  • 2 ripe avocados, crushed
  • the juice of half a lemon
  • half a minced red onion
  • 1 red chilli
  • finely chopped coriander
  • season to taste
Then all you have to do is fry, chop and serve…!  It's that simple



In………….*wait for it*……….credible


No Howard….you may not have one, no matter how much you look at me with those puppy dog eyes.


(Please excuse the poor photos…..evening light is distinctly lacking…!)
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Thursday, 21 February 2013

I love you day

Oh, hello there….!  Yes, I am actually still alive.

My life threatening wound seems to have been not so life threatening as Howard once thought.  He's reconciled himself to the fact that he won't get to eat my poor bloodless corpse…thank goodness for that.  (Perhaps I should increase his food, just in case….)


Anyhoo, on to other things.  Valentines day came last week and look what my little man giddily handed me.  I think my heart melted there and then. 

He proudly told me he had done screen printing.  Isn't it just darling?!


School is obviously doing him well.  In September, when he started he couldn't hold a pencil, let alone write with one.  He had no interest in writing, but the moment he started school…BOOM…I can't stop him rushing to the paper drawer so he can write little notes. 


And lastly…."Hello" from my tiny man!

He's growing up so fast….both my boys are.  A terrifying thought.

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Tuesday, 12 February 2013

The Rotary cutter of doom

I had a slight disagreement with my new rotary cutter today.

If you're squeamish, have a nervous disposition, have a heart condition or just plain don't like icky things then I'd look away now. If you have a morbid interest in other people's stupidity the carry on....

I'm sure that everyone knows what a rotary cutter is, but if not then...

::Imagine a scalpel wheel of pain....
::Have that image in your head...?
::Ok, now imagine it and my finger having a minor disagreement......
::Yes.....pain...so much pain.



(yes....it's even a "safety" one.  I even managed to get past that handy little feature!)

I spent so long telling my little man time after time after time, "Don't go NEAR the rotary cutter. It's sharp."

Now I realise that actually I should have given that a thought myself.

Oliver saw my mangled mess of a finger after the ....erm....accident (?) and after shooing me out of the room so I didn't bleed on the carpet...or near him... He decided I was a very silly mummy indeed abd that I should have been ...c.a.r.e.f.u.l...!!!

Yes son. Never a truer word have you spoken. I'll take that as an "I told you so".


Slightly worryingly, I've come to the conclusion that if I were to fatally wound myself (probably from being clumsy) then I'd be the person ago would be found half eaten by my dog.....probably before my bloody corpse was cold.

I had to practically drag him outside (whilst trying not to cover him in blood) so I could clean myself and the floor.

Well....I wouldn't have wanted him to get a taste for it.


To stop this post being completely about my stupidity and lack of blood, I've had an incredibly exciting delivery of gorgeous Clarke and Clarke fabric.

I'm sure the delivery man thought I was utterly crazy, from the way I reacted.




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Sunday, 3 February 2013

A sew day

Preferable to a snow day, I've decided.


Tuesday was my "Sew day".  My poor Tiny man wasn't feeling very well so spent a good part of the day in bed.  I didn't have to collect the Little man from school.  All in all that made it a perfect day to cover the whole of the ground floor in fabric and forget about time, pausing only to feed and snuggle a snuffly boy before the eyelids started drooping again.


Of course I had my trusty helper sitting opposite me (who has managed the impressive feat of looking decidedly "boss-eyed" in this photo. *claps*….well done Howard……well done.)  I have to say that I found the conversation rather lacking, so resorted to Radio 4.




I've been told that keeping me company is sometimes tiring, so my helper had to find a more suitable place to lounge….but still be close enough to oversee what I'm doing……

Can you imagine if food magically appeared and he hadn't been there to look longingly. 

The world might have ended.






In the end it was just too tiring for him……..

Oh well.  At least he managed to catch up on his beauty sleep.


It was a productive day, all around. (and as you can see all the natural light had gone.)



Gosh I love these fabrics.





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