I decided that I was going to make blueberry pancakes for the 1 year old because she is on a sweet binge fest since Halloween… The 7 year old has eaten maybe 3 lollies out of his haul of treats and has given the rest of them to other kids. His sister on the other hand has a problem. A problem that I was hoping to cure with some blueberry pancakes for her new found sweet tooth.
I have never seen anyone so excited and so happy to receive a handful of lollies. It was like her little mind was trying to comprehend how these amazing treats ended up in her bag. The 1 year old has never had a wrapped lolly before, so she didn't even know she had to take the paper off, which will no doubt lead to her next poo being made of redskin wrapper. As the children went from house to house, she quickly got the hang of things and was getting amongst the action. She would hold her basket out in front of her and speak in some foreign tongue, that I think translated to "trick or treat, give me lollies or I will eat your soul". By the end of the night she had just as many lollies as the other kids. I let her enjoy carrying round her basket and pulling out the lollies one by one and then putting them back. She couldn't open them herself, so I wasn't worried about her eating them, as these were covered in sealed plastic. I had always planned on letting the kids be part of the trick or treating experience. I had no problem with them collecting just as many sugar laden lollies as the rest of the gang. The only difference was, that I planned to take their baskets the following morning and replace them with a packet of Pokemon cards for the 7 year old and some new bubble blowing equipment for the 1 year old. My mum had offered to take the lollies into work, so they could be enjoyed by other people. Imagine my surprise to find that on waking Sunday morning, the 1 year old had already arisen and was sitting in her bed with her halloween basket and had managed to open up a sneaky milko that I didn't even know was in there. I tried to take the basket off her and was met with a screaming banshee. I had to get the 7 year old up for mass and put her basket of goodies up on my duchess and left her screaming in anger and betrayal. After I had dressed the 7 year old and put all the sharp knives away (incase the 1 year old was up for a morning of revenge). I went and had my shower. I was so relieved to come out and find the 1 year old had stopped screaming. I felt like I could breath again and felt triumph in knowing she had gotten over her basket being taken off her. Apparently this was not the case, as the 7 year old had felt sorry for her and given her back her basket and to celebrate they were both eating a lollypop. I had to actually let the 1 year old take her basket with her to the car because we were running late. Originally I just said "NO!" and took the basket off her but then she was doing that thing where she becomes limp and you can't pick her up and was refusing to get off the ground. The 7 year old had a part in the mass and this battle was not going to be won in this moment, so I gave her the bloody basket and off we went.
Luckily I distracted her enough, to leave the basket in the car whilst we were in mass. As soon as we got back in the car, she knew exactly what she wanted. During the day I forbid the 7 year old to give her any lollies and to ask me if he wanted some. The basket was with her all day, not once did she let it out of her sight. That night I let them have their fill of anything they wanted, as I was getting rid of them tomorrow. The 7 year old protested how horrific this was and how people like me should be thrown in jail but only ate 1 lolly… so go figure. The 1 year old basically licked every lolly and then threw them on the ground. She maybe ate 1 whole lolly and that was an ovaltine lolly. I'm pretty sure she was just obsessed with carrying them around in the basket and fawning over her stash.
This morning when we got home from dropping the 7 year old off (and of course the Halloween basket came with us). I decided that I would take her mind off her lollies by making her some blueberry pancakes. I decided to use this cool mould set I have had for years but never used. Unfortunately I had thrown out the instructions, so was just winging which way they faced and what the hell voodoo magic I cast on them to flip them. Of course I screwed up the first 3 but by the 4th I knew how to turn them. Unfortunately I burnt the 4th, as the 1 year old bought her portable potty into the kitchen with her halloween basket and wanted me to cheer her on as she did a number 2…. The 5th one looked great but the inside wasn't cooked through, the 6th one had too many blueberries and not enough batter and the 7th, 8th and 9th were just free-poured, as I couldn't be assed dealing with the mould of hell. At this point I just poured the rest of the batter down the sink.
I tasted one and the blueberries tasted weird, another batch of shitty blueberries. I gave one to the 1 year old and she looked at me and said "NOoooooo Mum"! She wouldn't even try them, but she did go outside and put it in the cats dish. I ended up eating 1 of the saved ones (not from the cats dish) and I knew what I had done wrong. Way too many blueberries (which seemed to be on the rotten side) and too much time wasted on a stupid flower shaped mould. The batter was perfect. Such a shame especially with $9 worth of blueberries.
I then decided to make a quick batch of rice custard for the 1 year olds snacks. As I walked the 3 litre milk from the fridge to the bench, I somehow dropped it and it bounced three times and on the last time, bounced at an angle that it bent the opening part, so that milk went everywhere.
So yes one of those mornings. I'm still not sure if its just bad luck, or if the 1 year old has put some type of warning curse on me to persuade me not to get rid of her Halloween stash? I am now just waiting for her to have her morning nap, so that I can swap out all the lollies for some balloons, bubbles and glucose lollies. If this is the last entry that I blog, please send a priest, crucifix an a vile of fructose free holy water to my house, as it can only mean the 1 year old has sought revenge.
I have also found some awesome christmas recipes that I have converted to fructose free, but am yet to attempt cooking them. I'm thinking today is not the day to try them either. I will post them as I make them.
Happy Monday xx