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So it appears one of the family highlights of each lockdown day is planning the dinner menu. No sooner that we reach the end of one dinner, than we are already planning the next! Heaven forbid that we should possibly consider going to sleep without knowing if it’s chicken or beef the next night! (Okay sometimes we really stir things up a bit and do something fishy!)
On the plus side, my freezer no longer looks like I am expecting 40 people to turn up to stay at any given minute, and it now only takes me 37 minutes and 16 seconds to unpack it to find what I am looking for.
The snack department, however, is not going quite as well and there seems to be some dissension in the ranks! First DP (Daughter Person) made a delicious chocolate cake, but insisted on following the recipe to the letter which called for a sprinkle of icing sugar instead of icing. No matter how much begging SP (Son Person) and I did, we were emphatically denied the chocolatey glacè icing that we craved.
Then I made the obligatory banana bread (apparently it is a law of lockdown that you need to make it at least once!) which earned me approval from the offspring of my loins. However, bananas are now almost as scarce as white bread flour so that might not happen again.
DP then made chocolate crunchies – completely pooh-poohing my idea of the regular golden crunchies. I used to make them chocolate crunchies to share with their classes every time they had a school birthday, so apparently forcing her to make standard crunchies would be denying her parts of her childhood memories! (As much as I couldn’t argue with that I didn’t have the heart to tell her that the reason I made them was because it was more about the “quick and easy” than about the perfect birthday bake.)
Figuring it was my turn yesterday, I quickly threw together a new recipe I procured from a friend for biscuits that mainly contained oats, coconut, cornflakes and peanut butter. Apparently lockdown has caused my brain to canabilise itself, because what was I actually thinking? Who knew that one should never, ever put peanut butter in biscuits?
So now I have ‘eleventy’ seventy delicious peanut butter biscuits and can’t even invite anyone to tea. Which means I may end up having to eat them all myself, which means fitting into proper work clothes in two weeks time might be a wee little bitty of a problem!
The lockdown struggle is real I tell you!
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