I usually meet with a couple of friends that I met through a Mothers Group once a month for a catchup. We spend most of the time wrangling our kids instead of actually talking to each other but sometimes we get to have a decent conversation. We try and organise every second month to leave the kids at home and just go out for lunch.
This month the girls wanted to go to a high tea… yes one that obviously involved cakes, scones, sandwiches, slices, and SUGAR… Apparently they decided that it would be just plain "mean" to invite the freak who can't actually eat any of the stuff that she would have to pay $40 for!! So they didn't tell me about it. What I don't know won't hurt me etc. Unfortunately because people these days feel the need to post shit on social media, I clued on pretty quickly when they checked in for "High Tea" and the food pics and group selfies started plastering my newsfeed. I then had to face the awkward decision of deciding whether I comment on the pics like a little 12 year old with some poo emojis. I decided to take the high road and not post any poos and just not comment at all. I waited till a couple of days later and decided to sneak into their bedrooms at night and write in pigs blood on the wall "I know what you did last Sunday…"
I was pretty p*ssed off and the more I thought about it, the more insecure notions started running through my head… "maybe they don't like me, maybe I did something wrong, is it because my 1 year old is a tank and beats up their babies, did I say something inappropriate."".. I decided I needed to acknowledge it for my own mental stability and sent a group text saying. "Next time you guys do High Tea, count me in and get me out of this house…"
Of course the barrage of texts sent back were apologies, saying that they felt bad inviting me to something that I couldn't even enjoy.
I told them that I 100% can see where they were coming from and I honestly realise their intentions were pure BUT shouldn't I be the one that gets to decide whether I do or don't go? Shouldn't I be the one who decides whether I spend $40 on a cup of tea, if thats all I can have. The truth is, I wouldn't have went (the 1 year old was sick with an ear infection anyway) but at least I would have the comfort in knowing that at least I was invited. I am only quitting fructose, not social interaction with the outside world…
On the other side of the fence, I attended a dinner party last night and made it clear that I didn't want people to feel they needed to cater for me. I told them to just cook what they would normally cook and I will eat what I can. However, everyone went out of their way to ensure there was fructose free food. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside (or maybe that was just the vodka…)
This week I have been allowing the 7 year old to assist me in the kitchen. I'm going to put it out there that I have a bit of an issue with getting help from the 7 year old because I want things done quickly and efficiently and MY way. Cooking isn't my escape, it doesn't destress me or put me in a state of zen.. cooking is stressful enough when I spend half the time watching our b*tch of an oven, who has a mind of its own and chooses to burn things on whatever temp it feels like.
So when the 7 year old enters the kitchen asking if he can help, I have to bite my lip and force the words "Sure, I would love you to help".. Kinda like every year when he wants to decorate the xmas tree and I have to restrain myself from physical grabbing the decorations out of his hand every time he goes against my colour bauble scheme and just wait for him to go to bed to fix it up…. yep control freak much!!
Anyway the 7 year old decided to help me do a sausage and dumpling stew in the thermomix. I laid out all the utensils and ingredients for him. I printed out the instructions and gave him a pen to cross them off as he did them. I showed him what a teaspoon and a tablespoon were and even highlighted them to match the colour of the spoon on the recipe.. There was no way he could fail. So whilst he was working on the stew, I could go about getting lunches ready for the next day, whilst keeping an eye on him.
Surprisingly he was going great guns. Everything looked and smelt like it should. It smelt amazing when it was ready to come out of the oven and I made sure to give him lots and lots of credit.
We sat down at the table ready to enjoy dinner that the 7 year old had prepared. I took one mouthful and literally had to spit it out in a napkin, at the same time the 1 year old threw her plate onto the ground and started trying to claw the food out of her mouth and then to complete the hat trick the 7 year old spat his onto his plate.
WHAT IN THE SAUSAGE STEWS OF HELL HAD HE CREATED? It was as if I had just eaten a salt rock. I went out into the kitchen and noticed that my bag of celtic salt was empty and I had only gotten it yesterday. I scanned the recipe and saw that salt was only in the dumplings. I asked the 7 year old to show me what spoon he had used for the dumplings as it had asked for 1 teaspoon. He proceeded to show me the 1/4 cup that was used for the flour…… yep he had put in 1/4 cup of salt crystals…. I tried to scrape all the dumplings out of the stew so we could just eat the sausages but it was impossible, the salt was through it all…. I couldn't even give it to the dog, without running the risk of killing her through salt poisoning.
The 7 year old asked if we could have dessert for dinner (I had completely forgotten that I had agreed to him making dessert)… Hmm more salt perhaps? He wanted to make a fruit ice-cream. Which basically was blitzing the hell out of our frozen berries and adding an egg white until it was a gelato consistency. This was a chip recipe on the Thermomix, so he couldn't really stuff it up because it measures everything for you. The recipe called for sugar which we usually substitute for dextrose. I made an executive decision to halve the amount of dextrose required to make it healthier..…. Good choice if you like bitter, sour gelato.. bad choice if you like enjoying your food. We added some cream to take the bite out of it and it wasn't amazing but it wasn't bad… None of us finished our serving and we all kinda went to bed hungry that night. The 7 year old is planning his comeback as I type… He wants to make Spaghetti Bolognese for dinner tonight….. hmm what could possibly go wrong with this one??
This week I attempted to have a go at two desserts (to take to social events). I made a Strawberry and Pistachio Crumble and a Raw Choc and Caramel Slice. The Strawberry and Pistachio Crumble was great. Especially served with a warm fructose free custard. The Raw Choc and Caramel Slice was very very sweet. To the point even half a piece was sickly. I would def make the Crumble again but the Slice won't be showing up in our fridge anytime soon.
I am in the process of adding a heap of new recipes to the site, I have been a bit slack lately trying to update and keep on top of this blog. I finally feel like I am ontop of all my work and then I stupidly put my hand up to do something extra that takes up a lot of my free time. But I am starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel!! I have been working hard trying to recreate lunchtime favourites and I seem to be having more success than failures.
Hoping to get everything updated by tonight!!
Enjoy your weekend x