So, the “dreaded” day arrived. After much deliberation and a lot of Google time, I finally decided on an old fashioned Sunday roast lunch. My inspiration came from my mom and the article SimplyDelicious wrote for Honest Cooking about her memories of Sunday lunch.
As Saturday morning dawned, I buckled Zani into her car seat and we hit the road to do the shopping, destination…..Tygervalley. Of course, we arrived too early and none of the shops were open. Zani had fallen asleep in her car seat, so I had a bit of “me” time which I chose to spend at MacDonalds with a cup of coffee – do not judge, they were the only place that was open. Just for your information, shops in Tygervalley only open at 9. So now you know.
As they opened the door to Woolworths, we were there. If there is one skill that I have mastered since having my daughter, it is shopping on my own with a pram and a trolley. I have become very adapt at pulling the trolley behind me whilst pushing the pram in the front (Sidebar – is there anything more painful than catching the back of your heal with the front of the trolley…..I don’t think so). We did all our veggie shopping at Woolies, but I am a bit fan of the Skaapland Butchery in Bellville (just behind Baby City) and decided to rather buy the leg of lamb there.
My plan was to, upon returning home; prep all the veggies so that I did not have that much to do on the actual day. Unfortunately, Zani started with a bit of a cold on Friday and by Saturday she was not feeling very well. She was extremely clingy and only wanted her mommy. Daddy would not do at all! So I spent the rest of the day on the couch with my daughter either lying on me, or climbing over me.
After Zani went to bed, I started prepping the lamb as I love a leg of lamb that has been slowly roasted overnight. My mom used to do this and then the next morning you would wake up and the whole house would smell like Sunday. The lamb would usually fall of the bone and be all sticky and nice. In order to emulate this, my lamb went into the oven at about 9 at 80 degrees. After a glass or four of wine, I decided to hit the sack as it was going to be a long day tomorrow.
We woke up early on Sunday, thanks to the alarm clock that I gave birth to. I was actually very relaxed and was puttering around the house in my pj’s while Deon started cleaning up a bit. Zani was feeling better and was actually ok with spending time with her dad.
At about 10 I started to panic as I started to realise what I still have to do. I frantically started pealing potatoes and sweet potatoes. Zani decided that this was the perfect time to demand attention. The solution, cutting up green beans with one hand while holding my daughter with the other. Not the most comfortable or easy thing to do, but compared to a screaming toddler it was a win-win situation.
The green beans were puttering away on the stove when the BBM went off. Acidicice said they were home and getting ready to head our way. I was sure to stress the fact that we will see them at 12!!! I’m not sure she got the hint as she replied with a “ok, see you soon”. At that stage I hit a flat panic.
The lamb got pulled out of the oven (it smelled and looked great) so it got covered with foil to rest. Now I had to try my hand a gravy making. I’m not a gravy-making person as I am a lover of Ina Paarman’s ready to heat gravy, but I wanted to do everything from scratch. I did not think it would look good to put this wonderful roast on the table and then say “Oh, please wait as I microwave our gravy”. With Deon’s help we made on hell of a nice gravy, even if I have to say so myself.
Luckily our lovely guests were so kind as to arrive VERY late. If they, heaven forbid, actually arrived on time they would have found me still in my pj’s. As it was, I had only just gotten out of the shower and only dried my hair when they pulled up. It was strange, but when they arrived I just thought fek it , so what if everything’s not perfect. It’s all about the company after all!
Heather kept me company in the kitchen as I was attempting to make roast potatoes. This would have been a great success, except for the fact that my oven decided that it was a good time to start making weird beeping noises and giving me an E0004 error message. I did not know what it meant and even Heather’s mad googling skills could not save us. So, I decided to deep fry the potatoes like you do with chips. Came out rather good, might actually do it again….on purpose this time.
All in all, the day turned out rather great. The chocolate pudding was divine and I was seriously disappointed later that night that I insisted that they take the unopened one back home with them. Seriously disappointed!
I don’t think I will be doing this again anytime in the near future, but it was fun and the company was great.
If anyone knows what that error message means (AEG Oven), please let me know as my reheating abilities are seriously compromised at the moment.
I am a very impulsive person, but only when it comes to doing things. Let met clarify, I don’t normally say things without thinking about it twice, but I will volunteer to do things on the spur of the moment. Usually, about two minutes later I wish I didn’t.
First, let met give you some background on me. I am not a very good cook. I tend to over think and then, as a result, over complicate things all the time. I start out following a recipe, but somewhere down the line I tend to loose interest (or get confused) and then just start adding things all over the place. The result, more often than not, is disaster.
I love having people over for dinner etc. but we usually just end up making a braai or if inspiration hits, a potjie. I don’t normally do the whole “Sunday lunch” thing, except for my parents because they will always say how wonderful the food is. Bless them!
So why oh why, I ask you, did I invite friends of ours (who we haven’t seen for ages) over for Sunday lunch??? Don’t get me wrong, I’m so looking forward to seeing them again, but why did I say I’m making Sunday lunch? Why not just a braai or potjie?
I have been having sleepless nights, driving my husband up the wall deciding what I should make for this looming lunch. Should I try something new, or stick with what I know? Deon very democratically steered me away from unexplored territory and instead suggested that I keep to what I know.
So, Heather and Rudi, gear yourselves up for some old fashioned boerekos. Oh, and mom, prepare yourself for some few phone calls regarding said boerekos.
Before I became pregnant with Zani, I was adamant that I needed a new camera. How can I possible be able to document my new child’s life with the old “mik-en-druk” that we currently owned. Obviously, I needed a high-tech device that would take these amazing pictures without any input from me whatsoever. We could not afford this amazing device, don’t know if it has even been invented yet, so we settled for a Canon “something” D.
Now, this camera has a battery that needs to be charged with this special little charging device. No problem you would think, but what to do when you can’t for the life of you find this stupid fecken thing!! I have searched high and low, throughout the house and in places where I wish I did not go for now I have seen what a mess they are and am therefore forced to clean them in the near future.
I am so frustrated with this camera at the moment. Actually, not with the camera itself, but more with the charger thingy that insists on staying lost. I am missing out on so many once-off moments with Zani that will never be captured on film (digital or otherwise) to be used in that very embarrassing 21st birthday video. I find myself reaching for the camera on a regular basis when she does something new or funny only to realise that there is no power.
This takes me back to my original decision, you know, the one about how I absolutely must have this much improved camera? Was it really necessary? Won’t it have been so much easier to keep on using the old Snapshot one? When those batteries are finished you just pop in new ones that you can buy in any shop in….the….world!
And, I would not have to go clean those long forgotten corners of my home. Sometimes, just maybe, advances in technology are not always better. Although, if I could just remember where I put the damn charger all would be forgotten.
But, for now we tend to visit Ouma and her camera (no charger necessary) for extended periods over the weekend.
This post has been rambling around in my head for a while. I wasn’t sure if I should attempt to delve into this abyss, but what the hell.
I truly believe that my husband is going through a midlife crisis at the moment. Actually, WE have been experiencing the joys of this “crisis” for the past 5 or 6 months.
It started innocently enough, long look into the mirror, turning this way and that way and then finally the very innocent question that all women throughout time have a very intimate knowledge off “Do you think I have put on weight?” Bear in mind that this question did not come from me this time, but from my husband. Granted, snorting coffee through my nose might not have been the most appropriate answer at that moment, but the question did come kinda out of left field.
After that he started running again. He used to be a very good half-marathon runner, but he quit when we moved to Cape Town as he no longer had his running buddies. I really did not have a problem with him taking up running again, only with the people he did it with (story for another blog). So, usually what happens is that when you start exercising you loose weight. Did prompted another turn in front of the mirror, this time the question was “Do you think I am too thin?” My exasperated sigh was answer enough.
Enter the Muscle Juice. Yes, dear reader, my husband is now a groupie of the protein shake. I don’t even want to dwell on this matter as I still think it is totally ridiculous to spend that amount of money on something that will make you pick up weight. And it does not even taste nice!
There is also the new “need” to be able to go out with his new friends. I have never been one of those wives that don’t allow their husbands to go out without them, but I do expect him to come home at a reasonable hour. Needless to say…..he does not.
We don’t even need to get into the obsession with grey hair, hairstyles (he has had the same once since birth and probably before) and clothing. Although my husband is evolving into a “metro sexual” I think the process is going to be a VERY long and arduous one.
I guess I should be happy that there are no affairs, sports cars or (dear lord) a moustache, my happiness will only be complete once I get him to wipe up the damn pink muscle juice powder sprinkled over my kitchen counter every morning!
Today is my wedding anniversary. Well, it is not just mine alone, I guess I have to include Deon in the whole scheme of things.
So, today Deon and I have been married for ten years. I won’t say that it has always been easy, but it sure has been fun. That is one thing that I just love about our relationship, there is always laughter in our house. He just makes it fun to do simple things, like for instance cleaning the house or even grocery shopping.
So, thank you Bokkie for being there when I need you to be there. Thank you for the way you are with Zani and the patience you have with her when she is having a difficult day. Thank you for the small things you do that I don’t seem to appreciate on a daily basis. Thank you for the way you provide for us and finally, thank you for just being who you are.
Love you more each day, even though you forgot! Idiot!
My daughter has a boyfriend. This would no be so troublesome if she was not 14 months old. I was hoping this would happen a little later, like say 16 or 17 (years and not months). According to her dad this relationship is a least 21 years to early and he won’t listen to me saying that that might be unreasonable, but whatever makes him happy.
The boyfriend’s name is Luca and if I am completely honest, he is the best looking little boy in her class. He is also younger that her (about 3 months) so hence the title of the blog. He also has very good manners (for a one year old) and will always come and great her at the door, a real gentleman. I take comfort from the fact that my daughter seems to have good taste.
The whole crèche is abuzz with the status of their relationship and it is actually very cute to see how Zani’s little face will light up in the mornings when she sees Luca. They apparently spend every moment together and where ever Zani goes, Luca is sure to follow. This is quite a sight as Zani is toddling along at the moment and Luca is scrambling along on all fours behind her.
Will keep you updated as things progress, but at the moment….not too worried.
So this Saturday we decided to just stay at home and spend some quality time together as a family. We have been so busy over weekends for the past couple of months that I was actually looking forward to just spending time with Deon and Zani (and of course the two dogs as well). Now everyone knows that nothing ever works out the way you intend it too and to further illustrate this point, my husband decided that it will be the perfect opportunity to spring clean the house.
Now, I don’t want any comments about how it is almost autumn and spring has long since left us as I will just respond by saying that we were pro-active and already cleaning in preparation for spring 2011. If you want to believe that, all the power to you!
So, we spend our Saturday cleaning every nook and cranny in our home and I was disgusted with the amount of dust and cobwebs that we found. The reason this was so appaling is that we have cleaning services that comes in twice a week to “clean” our house and they charge a pretty penny to do so. You would think that for the amount that they charge, they would move the couches/laundry hampers/fridges at least once in a while!
Anyway, luckily we had some help.
As the time goes by and my daughter is starting to “understand” what I’m saying, I try and impart some manners on a daily basis.
Basic things really, like saying “Dankie” when she takes something from me, or saying “asseblief” when she is pointing towards something that she wants. I want her to grow into these things naturally over time.
As I’ve been doing this, I have become rather touchy about manners and etiquette in general and I can’t help but feel that some people just lack the basics. I think the problem started when the whole “social networking” thingy took off. It is so easy to say something nasty and rude about someone, because you can hide behind your keyboard or cell phone and don’t have to face them when they have seen it.
Now, don’t get me wrong. If you feel the need to say something nasty or rude about “someone” then have the balls to say it and then leave it there. Don’t be a wussy and go back and delete it after you have realised that that person follows you on Twitter, Facebook or reads your blog. It just makes you look weak and rather sad if you do. By saying the thing in the first place, you must have felt strongly about it, so why don’t you rather grow a backbone and stand by you comment? If, however, you feel that you can’t do that, rather think about what you are putting out there onto Twitter/Facebook before pressing the tweet/update button.
Anyway, I’m trying to raise my daughter to realise that manners and etiquette (whether in real life or a digital one) are important and that words can hurt no matter if they have been tweeted or spoken.
Lately I have been having some issues with getting my child to eat anything. Usually I am very laid back when it comes to this and only have a breakdown every week or so. Last night was the night that the breakdown crept up on me unexpectedly.
As usual, I spent about an hour 30 minutes preparing her lovely, nutritious meal to only have it slapped out of my hands and end up all over the floor and my clothes. After changing said clothes I was still very calm and proceeded to try again. No luck.
I finally relented and reached for the yogurt. She did not want anything to do with it and by this stage my calm was leaving me at a very rapid rate. Actually, if I had to be honest, it was already all gone by this time.
As a last resort, I put her on the floor and just gave her the yogurt and a spoon and walked away. When I returned, this is what I found.
Oh well, here’s hoping tonight will be better. The cleaners are only coming on Monday again.