Thursday, 22 December 2011

Chanukah pyjamas

Small child got pyjamas as her gift on the first night of Chanukah. Admittedly she helped choose them but that was months ago so we figured she wouldn't notice that we'd squirrelled them away until now.

"Ooh" she said "how lovely. Now I've got 2 pairs like this".

"No you haven't" I said.

"Yes" she insisted. "These ones and the ones we bought a few months ago. Remember? In Hennes when we bought my coat".

Outsmarted by a 3 year-old. I may as well give up now

Thursday, 15 December 2011

The One With The Pudding

Dear Cari

How would you fancy an evening of great
company in a posh hotel with all the
desserts you can possibly stuff yourself with?

Best wishes

(Really Kid Friendly)

OK, I admit I may have paraphrased slightly. But what finer invitation to receive on a rainy winter's evening when you have run out of chocolate and there is a pile of laundry that is so large that it can be seen from outer space?

And so I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming, accepted with indecent haste gusto - and headed for the Athenaeum Hotel at a speed that would probably have impressed Usain Bolt.

And yes, the surroundings were plush and opulent. And indeed, the company was marvellous. And, dear lord, the puddings... Mr Dukan and Doctor Atkins, should you be reading this (in the case of the latter admittedly from beyond the grave) you might want to look away now.

I would like to say that I sampled all of them, but (remarkably) after three puds (ok, ok, three and a half, who's counting...) I was stuffed.

Top marks go to the lemon meringue pie, partly on the basis that a shortbread style 'boat' filled with lemon curd and topped with toasted meringue is probably as close to heaven as it is possible to get on this earth - and partly because it always reminds me of a story a medical student friend told me in my first year at university.

"What does LMP stand for?" boomed the consultant to the terrified fledgling doctor on his very first ward round.

"Um... lemon meringue pie?" quivered my chum.

(The actual answer might be 'last menstrual period' but I still prefer his version).

Anyway, I digress.

In second place the most mouth watering rhubarb crumble you could ever imagine (and this from someone who's not usually that keen on rhubarb) and an honourable mention to the chocolate mousse in chocolate cup.

Beaten, I staggered home wishing I'd managed to try the rest of what was on offer. But hey, a little training over the festive period and I'm sure next time I'll manage to do better.

Sunday, 4 December 2011