For a little while now, Aaron has been wanting to cook with me.
Last week he decided that he wanted to do all the cooking without me.
So, with a little guidance in recipes and how to execute them, Aaron cooked dinner for us every night last week.
Here is what he has made so far.
Mashed potatoes (that he then added onto left over mince to make a cottage pie)
Hot dogs with fried onions
Chicken breasts in soy and sweet chili sauce
Tonight he is going to make mac and cheese.
There have only been a few #KitchenKlutz incidents, a scraped knuckle while peeling potatoes and burned finger tips from a hot pot handle. But that’s to be expected, he takes after his mother after all.
I’m ordering some kids cookbooks for him so he can continue to learn and explore the kitchen.
If you have any easy, kid friendly recipes you love, please feel free to share them.
After experiencing an unseasonably warm autumn in Israel, we had highs of 29C, its finally started getting cold and rainy.
What better way to spend a cold morning than baking?
I decided that cinnamon-y stewed apples were the way to go, and it just so happened we had some vanilla ice cream in the freezer and I also had the last of my Moir’s custard powder from SA that was begging to be used.
TV programme: Anything horse or unicorn related. iPhone App: You have a number of horse games, where you raise a horse from a foal. Meal: Peanut butter sandwiches (this is a default because you dont like anything else). Fruit: Bananas. Vegetable: Carrots. Breakfast: Chocolate cereal. Duh! Drink: Strawberry Banana juice. Toy: Does the iPad count? You love: Horses!!
Something that happened yesterday: We went to watch Aaron ride his new bike, you took your scooter with but spent most of the time hanging upside down off the handrail on the steps. My little monkey!
TV programme: You have started watching The Orville with mom and dad. You think its pretty funny. iPhone App: Good question, you dont really play on the iPhone so much, you prefer the computer. Meal: PIZZA! Fruit: Apples. Vegetable: You tried brussel sprouts the other day and liked them. Breakfast: Yogurt, cereal, toast. Drink: Whatever dad is drinking. Toy: You still love Nerf guns and also your computer. You love: Coding. You are doing some courses that dad has done and starting to build your own sites.
Something that happened yesterday: You got into bed and fell asleep while waiting for me to come tuck you in. It must have been a really busy day for you.
Title: The Magician’s Curse Author: Linda G. Hill Series: The Great Dagmaru Genre: Romance, Gothic Romance, Fantasy Stars: ***** Goodreads Amazon
When Herman Anderson leaves home to make a better life for herself, she doesn’t expect to meet a tall, dark stranger with whom she’ll fall hopelessly in love.
Charming and mysterious, Stephen Dagmar is a stage magician seeking an assistant. The moment he sets eyes on Herman, he knows she’s the one. He brings her home to his Victorian mansion where they embark upon an extravagant romance. Yet a shadow hangs over their love. Will the curse on his family end Stephen and Herman’s happily ever after, before it really begins?
Amidst lace and leather, innocence and debauchery, The Magician’s Curse begins the Gothic tale of The Great Dagmaru. Magic and romance await.
If you’re a fan of fantasy, intrigue and gothic romance then this is the book for you.
The chemistry between Stephen and Herman is enough to make your Kindle start to smoke.
And with a well rounded, and intriguing in their own right, cast of secondary characters, not a page goes by without something to catch your imagination.
I would have loved to see more of Stephens magic but with a second book around the corner to carry on Stephen and Hermans story, I’m sure we will have plenty of opportunity for more magic.
Yesterday, a friend gently reminded me that our words become our truth.
The more we say something, be it negative or positive, the more those words, that thought, becomes reality.
I was irritated with someone and I called them stupid. She reminded me that people make mistakes and that there can be miscommunication from both sides and that even though I was annoyed it didn’t make this person stupid.
She was right. The more I called this person stupid, the more annoyed I got and the more inclined I was to view anything to do with them in a negative light.
The fact is this person is not stupid, they do not deserve to be thought of that way and I was not only doing them a disservice but myself as well. I am not generally a negative person. I tend to see the best in people but now I was only seeing the negative.
From now I will remember to take a moment, deal with the issue for what it is, and not let my thoughts and especially my words become negative and toxic.
About a year ago we adopted Spock. Our first Israeli pet.
In retrospect we should have called him Flash. He is super fast, never sits still for a moment and eats everything in site.
He is also the sweetest little rodent ever. He never bites, unless you wake him up and is happy to climb on your hands and run around exploring.
Last Friday I noticed he had a lump at the top of his hind leg. It didn’t seem to be bothering him too much, he was still running on his wheel and eating and drinking, so I wasn’t too concerned about getting him to the vet until Sunday (by the time I noticed it all the vets were closed and they are not open on a Saturday so we had to wait).
On Sunday I asked a colleague to help me call the local vet who deals with rodents and make an appointment, except it turns out she is on maternity leave and her replacement doesn’t deal with rodents.
They referred us to two other vets, both of them quite far away for someone who doesn’t have a car. The one would require a taxi to get to and the other would require a 30 minute bus ride.
We called the one that was on a bus route and made an appointment for that night. Except then my bus didn’t arrive and I had to cancel the appointment and then it turns out the vet that deals with rodents only works one night a week and if I wanted to take Spock to them it would have to be during the morning.
So the next morning we called the vet that needed a taxi to get to and they do deal with rodents just not with rodents that have lumps on their legs.
So in the end I convinced Paul (who really doesn’t like rodents) to take him to the vet this morning.
Apparently the lump is something that older hamsters tend to get. Turns out that even though the pet store told us Spock was only a month old he was actually closer to a year old when we got him. The vet said that looking at his teeth, the loss of hair on his legs (they are almost bald) and the presence of the lump indicate he is closer to 2 years old now. And at two years old, she doesn’t recommend biopsy or an operation to remove the lump as long as he is not in pain.
While Paul had him at the vet they noticed his one eye was not open properly and they think there is an infection so they gave us drops to put in 4 times a day. I can see this being akin to bathing a cat.
So, in a nutshell, the hamster is OK and my husband is amazing for taking him to the vet for me (and for taking him back this Thursday for his follow up).