I had such a silly day yesterday, I felt really cross which is so not me, born with boring happy genes. Mr N on the other hand he`s up and down like a bride`s nightie. Happily I take full responsibility for being a dumb Mum for a short while! Well, I got a card through the door from the postie who said I had a "parcel" to collect with some excess to pay. Maybe Mr N had made up for the lack of an Easter egg by sending me something lovely...so I skipped down to town with the kiddiwinkles in tow asking for icecreams all the way. The "parcel" was infact a letter from Eva my 4 yr old niece who had scrumpled her scribblings up a bit so although it was a small piece of paper Royal Mail clearly defined it as a parcel and fleeced me for another one pound twenty! I queued patiently like yummy mummies do , then Postzilla refused my 20 quid and said "correct change only "in his best Kendalian/not been to charm school ,or possibly any school patter! So this is when I really was stupido! I sent three children into the unchartered waters of the Golden arches to get me some change...they raced off and perhaps didn`t hear my "get yourself a Mc icecream" request. I was still trying not to explode at Postman prat.Ten minutes later I realised they weren`t coming back with my twenty quid in change, they had been seduced by Ronald and yes I found them gobbling up 18 chicken nuggets , monster fries and real coke!! They were really sorry and knew by my extra quiet non smiley demeanour that they had perhaps been a bit greedy.So we caught the bus home with them glumly slurping on their cola and all developed hiccups and dodgey tummies within minutes of returning home- must have been all the lard and sugar coarsing through their veins. I really should take them to Mcd`s more often, so they don`t see it as forbidden fruit. Any way I inwardly thought it was rather funny when I suggested they might not be requiring dinner and they all rioted. So I made them some proper food and all was well again for Team Neal.I wasn`t cross for very long especially when they washed up and even offered to hoover later on! Never underestimate the power of a homecooked meal and a Mummy`s cuddle when you feel unwell. I`m 41 and when I`ve overdone it all I want is my Mum!
So the antidote to an"Unhappy"meal was...
Maple chicken macaroni
Marinate 5 chicken breasts(diced) in maple syrup,soya sauce, olive oil for a couple of hours
Meanwhile cook up enough macaroni for 5 in salted water, drain and add a spoon of butter and seasalt to finish.
Fry the chicken in the marinade the maple syrup will begin to bubble and boil so add a good slosh of sherry and half a pint of milkand a chicken stock cube to make a lovely gravy, add plenty of dried rosemary and then mix with the macaroni. It sounds bizarre but they loved it!
I never go to bed on an argument with anyone, we had a big team hug before bedtime and tonight they all asked for beans on toast. happiness rests on such simple pleasures.
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