Tuesday, 10 September 2013

#oneweek - Parties. How to have a moshi party and make Strawberry Sorbet

Summer is for parties! A friends party each child and a joint family party; each party has a format that I have been slowly perfecting over the years. the variation and interest comes from the chosen theme and the whole year is spent in deliberation over what to choose and this year it was Moshies. Love them or loathe them, I don't care if last year we survived the infernal Rainbow Fairies, Moshies are light relief!
Stage one
Pick a theme and photoshop a few decorations and invitations - or cross cost like crazy.

Stage 2
Party bags and plan a craft activity. Guests are greeted with a personalised party bag and sat down to a craft activity. It always breaks the ice, the shy ones can work shoulder to shoulder with each other, and by the time they are finished they are all friends.
This year I ordered a two meters of cream canvas and a reel of thin Moshi ribbon to make up some really cost effective bags. I added an extra loop so that home made Moshi key rings could be attached. Ebay is a wonder for parties, twenty plain key rings for a couple of quid - I added a little loop of pipe cleaner so they could use air dry clay to make moshlings. Another pound and I had twenty cup cake boxes (ready to be decorated) where the monsters could live until they were dry.

Step 3
Is anyone ever too old for pass the parcel?
Step 4
Donut eating - yum! Thanks to some bought candy eyes we had instant Oddies to munch. You know the game? donuts hanging form a line that have to be eaten with no hands. I recommend mini donuts.

Step 5
Musical statues. Any excuse for a boogie!
Step 6
Tea!
Moshi pizza's made in advance and frozen, bangers and mash, slime (mushy peas), Monster munch, sandwiches - off message but they work.

Hansel ginger bread men - then, oh so inspired / plagiarised 'Ice Scream'. Ice cream served up with bowls of chocolate flakes, smartie type sweets, mini marshmallows, sprinkles, strawberries as well as strawberry and chocolate sauce.

Step 7
Earn the party bags: a treasure trail. We always have a focal point with clues so this year we went for the Daily Growl with a code to break. As a crap blogger I failed to take photo of my lovely hand drawn Moshi pictures for the picture code so I have mocked this rather randomly to give you the idea.

The clues were simple to devise, work out any hiding place and use the Moshi Wiki to find a monster to fit. Pookie is a dinosaur with an egg shell hat, perfect for the chicken coup. Each clue was covered on the poster until everyone was back at base camp and had been given their prize for the previous clue, then the next clue was revealed. The best had to be finding Dr.Strangeglove hidden in the hedge!

Step 8
The dreaded cake - much anticipated so rarely eaten. A Moshi cake is a doddle - a giant cup cake mould makes the perfect cutie pie, all it needed was a few Oreo and Bob's your Uncle.

Step 9
Kick out the last little darling - breath a sigh of relief while mixing the perfect G&T. Over for another year!
Cake? You slave over the cake the custom has the you wrap them up and send them back in the party bag to be sat on and promptly binned. Why try when no one ever eats the blighters?
At the family party I do things my way - no traditions and expectations to adhere to, just what i say goes (i am a benign dictator). We have a couple of vats of paella (one veggy, one meat) cooked outside with endless cocktails on the go (one wobbly and one virgin) and a cake that will get eaten: ice cream cake!

Our Strawberry Sorbet recipe
Pickle is not addicted, she can give up any time she wants...maybe.
250g strawberries, washed, hulled and chopped
Juice of two medium lemons
160 - 200g sugar dependent on how sweet the strawberries are. Generally I recommend 175g and add more later if too tart
450ml water
50ml sweet rose (wine - the stuff that sounds like a good idea but half a glass in and your teeth ache and you switch to a crisp white instead)
Cover the strawberries with the sugar and lemon and refrigerate covered for an hour.
Blitz the mix then strain through a standard (not a fine sieve - a few seeds are fine and straining through a fine sieve takes too long, trust me).
Mix in the water and use an ice cream maker if you are lucky. if not freeze in a lidded container, taking it out and whisking it up every two hours for six hours. It is not make or break but it does give it a much better consistency of you can whisk it up three times like this.


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Monday, 9 September 2013

#oneweek -

My mind was full, my diary empty and i had six long weeks to look forward to. Summer holidays had arrived and I had visions of idle days and endless picnics. My happiest memories are not of high days or holidays, but the smell of grass and the comfort of home, pottering in the garden or complicated schemes that we dreamt up then happily abandoned when food or bedtime beckoned.



I tried to be brave and resist the urge to plan. I tried to keep things simple, but opportunities kept on knocking. We made dens, climbed trees, played in the surf, got crafty and yes, we even managed one of two picnics and hoe we bounced!



The simple things were the best, and yes, the best things in life are free. But a landscape needs contours so it was the mad adventures that made the days making airplanes out of boxes so rewarding.




This remiss blogger was prompted by the amazing Older
Mum - I recommend her posts and those that she elicits.

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Tuesday, 23 July 2013

Paris with children

Remember holidays before children; they started with a long haul flight, were liberally peppered with endless meals and involved days of getting to grip with the local culture (wine, art, nature of music, I was not fussy). Since children holidays are measured by the mile: how long the journey takes and my the meter: distance from playground or equivalent. Then there is Paris, for which I throw away the rule book. I lived there twenty(ish) years ago and somehow I can't stay away for long. Strangely, my single student lifestyle of memory is not an awful lot of help when planning a trip with children - I trawled the interweb for a blog to hold my hand, and all I could find were a couple of excellent guidebooks for paris with children, but that still left me with decisions.

If you want to 'do' the Paris landmarks everyone would recommend:
- Book hotels early as family rooms go quickly.
- bateau Mouche along the Seine, and it you have older children find one that takes in the Canal Saint Martin too.
- go up the Eiffel tower, but remember to book
- walk or takes bus from the 'Etoile' known externally as the Arc de Triomphe down the Champs Élysées to the Place de la Concorde, and from there you may even be able to fit a trip to the Louvre to see La Jaconda (the Mona Lisa).
- visit the Notre Dame and go on to the Isle St Louis for Ice creams at Berthillon
- other options include Versailles (the Trianon are worth the schlep) and Galleries Lafayette.
- yes there is a big theme park near by too.
Good I have got that out of the way! Perfect, if that is what you want to do, but it is a bit like tourism by numbers for me. This is our story.

After giving up all hope of finding a child friendly hotel I starting sifting through apartments. I had two criteria, it must be cheap and it must have a lift - too many Parisien apartments are only accessible up the endless stone 'heritage' stairwells. Last time we stayed in the 17th (arrondissement) where we rubbed shoulders with the nannies looking after the future leaders of France in the Parc Monceau. Traditional, chic and very stylish! With the Rue de Levis market nearby and the obligatory neon carousel on the corner the Pickle in her element. This time also I considered the 5th close to the Jardin de Luxembourg, the left bank and the rue Mouffetard street market but in the end I headed toward the Marais, the old medieval part of town as it was cheapest.

A knowledgeable wine merchant with a twinkle in his eye, a great cafe and patisserie and a weekend market, who could ask for more? The apartment was clean and serviceable too.

The day after we arrived it was midsummer so we stumbled straight into Fete de la Musique and a cacophonous 24 hours of music on every street corner. With the fabulous Place des Vosges five minutes walk away we need stumble no further.

You can spend days idling away time in the Marais, there are affordable cafes everywhere from Place de la Bastille to The length of Rue de la Roquette - and not to mention the numerous falafel and cheese cake emporia around rue des Rosiers. There is the fabulous Musee de Picasso (currently and annoyingly being refurbished), Musee de Carnavalet and Victor Hugo's house to pick from.

We would be happy just pottering. Observing similarities and differences - apparently the Pickle thinks that the city looks familiar but there are so many motorbikes! I love the simple things of finding a good local patisserie and getting the children to choose their own breakfasts. Finding the local park, buying a few clothes i love French children's clothes.

Twenty years ago you could get decent food affordably in Paris, every neighbourhood had a decent restaurant where you could find the cheaper cuts of meat and seasonal vegetables cooked into something special for a reasonable price. Nowadays Paris is like any other international city; I could contrast the 7 Francs for three courses, including a pave steak that was the norm twenty years ago, with the mediocre fillet steak for E40 excluding vegetables that was offer this visit. Look hard and there is still decent food, but it is pricier and rarer that it once was.

Our best day was spent ambling along the canal starting at the Bastille, pausing at the pirate ship playground, heading towards the Jardin des Plantes. Once there we headed straight for La Baleine, a whale inspired restaurant - you can't book so just cross your fingers, it is great. From there we went to visit the moos at the menagerie, there were many things but no cows, nor elephants for that matter, but plenty of monkeys and close cousins and some fearsome cats. When you are onto a winner stick with it so we went to the Evolution museum to be awed by the whales and the troupe of animals setting out across the savannah.

Some people swear by the Jardin d'acclimatation in the Bois de Boulogne, and it does have the edge with the train and the Napoleonic amusement park (established by the man, not toddlers in dodgy hats practicing haughty glares). However, it is in Neuilly and even now I fear that the 16th, it is so establishment and refined it may give me a nose bleed.



Next up: a little art. Having failed to book tickets for Musee d'Orsay that was out - there was not even standing space assuming you could find the back of the queue! We trundled across the bridge embellished with promissory padlocks and through the Tuilleries gardens, currently a riot of sudden colour to celebrate 400 years since they last planted a flower. Out of desperation we collapsed into one of the cafes - and was amazed that it was trying to survive on quality rather than relying on tourist dollars and a Gallic shrug!

Onto the Orangerie and Monet's waterlillies. This is perfect for little people, DB even got a personal and very nervous escort. Two rooms, less than a dozen huge canvasses on gently curved walls. DB hunted for fish in the ponds and Pickle flew into the pictures with fairy wings. Forget about the exhibitions downstairs, the impact of the Monets are best left undiluted. I saw those waterlillies about thirty years ago and I have loved art ever since!


Want a view of Paris? I love sticking to one area of town rather than dashing around like a tunnel rat (having said that some of the buses are great). I love taking the escalators to the top of Beaubourg (aka the Pompidou Centre) and looking out over Paris. There are no queues, just mildly confusing bureaucracy getting through the centre. Just below are the Stravinsky Fountains by Nikki de Saint Phalle and Jean Tingley. They are fascinating for little people, and the cafes beside them are an ideal lunch spot, including one that encourages young artists, just don't have pudding yet. Instead amble down to Notre Dame talking Esmerelda and Quasimodo to add to the magic of the cathedral. After a skip around the gloom of the Notre Dame reward yourself with ice creams on the Isle St.Louis - Berthillon is the most famous, but there are many alternatives to choose form. Also the French colourful design company Pylones seems so save colonised the place if you need your wallet lightening.

The Sacre Coeur is also a great place to view Paris from. At the bottom of the hill there is a great carousel and then, hyperventilate, the funicular to the top. If you have bought a carnet of 10 tickets for the metro not only can you use these on the bus but also on the funicular and it is handy to have these as it can be a bun fight. The Place de Tertre at the top of the hill is a tourist hot spot - lock down drill applies - wallets in the safest pockets and children glued to your sides. From there if you keep on going you find the Rue Lepic which snakes it way down the hill, through the very Parisien part of Monmatre. It is am easy walk for little people and a few toy and clothes shops along the way.

Finally how about a local bus trip? Start the day shopping for a treat under the stained glass dome at Galleries Lafayette, or personally I prefer the accessories in Printemps. Take the number 27 bus, it takes you from the Grand Magazins, past the Baroque Garnier Opera, along towards the Palais Royale and through an arch into the Louvre courtyard and past the Pyramid and thence over to the left bank and you get get off at the Jardin de Luxembourg that I mentioned about a hundred years ago at the top of this post.

There is a treasury of things to do, but holidays are about having fun not a tick list to be completed. The aquarium near the Trocadero (with excellent views of the Eifel tower) is meant to be fabulous, the science park at Parc de la Villette is meant to be amazing too and them there is that somewhat famous international theme park nearby.

I think the best part of any city is the lifestyle. Finding a good local cafe, sitting watching and absorbing all that is going on. I love the sounds, the smells and that casual small talk with the shop keepers. As with any the object of any long held love, I have my niggling issues but it is true: I love
Paris.

Thursday, 6 June 2013

One week - w is for weeds or wet


The garden has been left, abandoned for too long. Last year DB was just too much of a liability for me to potter while on Mummy duty and the previous I had been pregnant - drained of the will to do much but sleep.
This year started inauspiciously. The old gardening myth is that you should not plant seeds unless the soil feels comfortable on your bare bum...apparently. I think this means that the soil should be well raked and suitably warm. I gave up waiting for bum warm soil and planted it regardless. Then it rained, as good ol' Willy S said '...the rain it raineth every day.'
My veg patch was soon a verdant green - with weeds that is.

After a while when everything has grown a little I can take the time to sift through and work out weeds from the veg. I am now merrily munching on all manner of salad leaves with peas and beans due soon.

I love my herb patch - and ram it full to stifle any weeds in their tracks. It is just outside my window so it has to be low maintenanc otherwise I would be in a state of suspended animation.

I can't tell you how I enjoyed weeding and edging then front garden. I have got back my fairytale cottage again. Weeds yes, but in happy coexistence and plucked to submission.
I am under no delusions - the weeds in the end will prevail but for now I have my small victories!


This was another post for the #oneweek initiative. if you want a treat hop over and see some more.
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Wednesday, 5 June 2013

One week - W is for Words: Wow it is a wowa

Yes, the Dino baby is becoming Destructo Boy. Crawling was short lived as he rushed headlong into exploring the world and all the dangers therein. Words are coming too, but slowly.





He seems to stick to single syllables, normally repeated at least twice - or 'sy-sy's as he might say. Hence, the family consists of DaaDa, Maama, RiRi and Digdig. He tends to pick up the sounds at random, hence RiRi only bares a passing semblance to Pickle's real name. Technically, we are not related to a digger, but this is his posand I am not prepared to break his heart.


Flowers, obviously are wowas, but he does have a very winning habit of saying an awed 'wow' when presented with something that should impress.


Caution must be taken as this is language in development. Lor can be either lolly (his favourite vice) lorry or curiously olive.

Words are still a work in progress, as is are garden.

I am working on a post about my garden for tomorrow as part of the amazing #oneweek project. I recommend a gander at some of the other posts.

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Tuesday, 4 June 2013

One week - W is for Women






W is for Women. There is an exhibition at RISC's Global Cafe of inspiring women across the ages. my first thought was to arrange to bring the Pickle so that she could be inspired.

Then I remembered a Japanese textile artist I once worked with. she asked about his masterpieces that would make Ariadne quiver he replied that he was able to do them through ignorance. By not knowing what was possible nothing was impossible.

when chatting about suffragettes with the Pickle she just laughs, the improbability of not being able to do something because if her gender. It is too early to talk of glass ceilings, gender pay gaps and inequity in the justice system. Every year when she blows out the candles on her birthday cake she wishes that she could fly. For the time being I want her to believe that she can grow wings and that as a woman she can fly over any barrier that sexism may try to put in her way.

My butt had been firmly kicked by the amazing @older_mum and her amazing #oneweek initiative. if you want a treat hop over to her site and see her posts and those she inspires.

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Thursday, 30 May 2013

Amazing burger and rolls

Every once in a while I make something that makes me proud. Not surprisingly this meal started with Saint Dan, the patron saint of Elasticated Waists. I was looking for something a little different, sometimes I used left over pizza dough to make pizza swirls, a savoury Chelsea bun type affair. This time I consulted Saint Dan and went off piste - changing it on the way (as did the weather so the picnic was off).




Soft Olive, tomato and cheese rolls.
These are made in an unusual way, but boiling some of the flour in water makes the, deliciously squidgey.

25g butter
1 large onion (red onion was recommended but I only had a white one)
500g strong flour (I used a combination of white and wholemeal)
350ml cold water, then more as required
1 tablespoon of red wine vinegar (mainly to keep the onion red, so I used a less and added some fruit vinegar)
100 - 125g pitted olives, drained and chopped)
50 - 75g semi sun dried tomatoes
50 - 75g chopped cheese, I used goats and blue
2 teaspoons fast action yeast
1 teaspoon fine salt
Polenta or corn meal - if you have
Oil for kneading

Cook the onions until soft for about 10 mins, them add roughly 8 level table spoons of the flour, the water and vinegar and whisk together. Bring to the boil beating out your worries to keep it from sticking. Stir I the olives and leave until it is tepid. Beat in the yeast, flour and salt and mix until it is a smooth dough. Cover and leave for 10 mins. I tend to over it with something non stick and a few kitchen towels to keep it nice and toasty.
This is where Saint Dan is also the patron saint of parents - rather than needing like a dervish for 10 minutes while the children go feral - you simply need just 8 - 10 times on an oiled surface them leave it for 10 minutes again. Ten repeat this twice more and finally leave for half and hour while you prepare snacks and have a rare cup of tea.

Mix in the cheese and tomatoes and roll it into a fat sausage about 25cm log. Brush with water and sprinkle with polenta (DB did this with great gusto). Cut into nine pieces and lay these onto a couple of trays lined with non- stick paper and leave for 1 1/2 hours while you heat the oven to 220'c. Bake for 20 - 25 mins.

Chicken, chorizo and mushroom burgers.

This is where the genius struck. We had been out all day and I had nothing planned for supper. I wanted to use the rolls, but Pickle wanted something hot (the picnic had been rained off). I always have chorizo in the fridge, I had some mushrooms in the veg box and chicken in the freezer. Chicken does not defrost that quickly, but I always freeze in in small portions and minced it would be a doddle.

2 chicken breasts or equivalent
100g chorizo
200g mushrooms
Half a red pepper
flour for dusting

Blitz the chicken until it is almost minced the. Add the other ingredients which have been roughly chopped. Prepare a plate of flour for dipping. With wet hands (trust me it helps) form the burger shapes and dip in the flour. Fry in a little oil.

As I was doing this from frozen, give or take the mincing process, I used a meat thermometer to check that it was cooked in the middle. Cooking it slowly so that it does not burn. If you have time you can cook them in the oven so you don't need to hover.

On one site i notice that Heston Blumenthal cooks his chicken to an internal temperature of 60°C, if you want to stick to safety guidelines your chicken should reach 75°C.

I served with salad fresh from the garden and sweet chilli sauce.