1 The heat. Since May, I have been very very busy taking advantage of the sun and hot weather. So much so that this normally pasty white legged mother has turned golden brown. I have been hitting the beach hard, and trust me, it hasn’t hurt.
2. I have been in shock, this genuine state of disbelief has prevented me from writing.
OK, that is a bit of a stretch. The truth is, I haven’t been at all disciplined with my writing but give me a break – I still haven’t found my waist, time will tell if either discipline or my waistline is found.
Regardless, I have a miracle to report – albeit a few months late. In April, the Baby had her first birthday. We wanted an adult type of party at a child friendly time (by child friendly time I really mean sticking to Baby’s routine). We couldn’t find a venue that catered to both requirements. We had little choice but have the party at home.
This meant I was in charge of cleaning, entertainment (for the children) and cooking. Scary, not for me but for the guests coming to eat. There was a great and likely risk that our guests would either leave hungry or ill or both.
With this high probability, I decided to cheat a little and order some take away and dessert. I still had to prepare entree’s, nibbles, salads and main food accompaniments.
My wise decision to order take away and dessert meant there was a guarantee that some of the food on the table would be edible.
But , this is where a miracle took place. Everything I prepared was delicious. I was asked for recipes, I was congratulated. And there was no confusion our guests could differentiate between what had been prepared and the takeaway.
My mother in law called to tell me that the parents of one of our guests had told her that what I prepared was fantastic. Good news and news of a miracle travel all the way to Australia!
Mr Lucky and I couldn’t believe it. Initially we thought the compliments were our guests being polite BUT too many people offered their thanks, and wanted recipes.
Milestones happen – lots of babies turn one, and for most families, the first birthday is usually a big big deal, and it was a big deal for us. But this first birthday was unusual for this little family of four – being congratulated for my cooking is a gynormously big first.
I am slowly getting over the shock, and summer is winding up (a little) so I may be up for blogging again soon.