While M9 was at our local embroiderer's guild holiday programme, I6 did a bit of stitching of her own.
This afternoon The Three had to have a committee meeting to give the wee cat a name. A3 was under strict instructions not to suggest "Sam" (his usual favourite name), and his suggestion of "Maria" (yes, from The Sound of Music) was rejected. So meet "Sophie the Stripey Cat". We have a dog and an elephant to follow. I suppose they'll have to go through the complex naming rigmarole too.
I know that the pile of food looks really, um, unpleasant but it tasted GREAT! We went all Ingalls Family for dinner tonight and made REAL baked beans! I did the haricot beans first in the slow cooker yesterday then realised this morning I needn't have. I chucked in the required onion, "salt pork" (Harrington's Free Range bacon pieces) and some blackstrap molasses.Apparently "Puritan housewives mixed beans with a bit of molasses, salt pork, and onion and sent them off in large pots to the local bakery to cook all Saturday. The beans would provide a hot Saturday supper and cold meals for a work-free Sabbath." So, the pioneers had slow-cookers too;-)After recently reading Journey Cake, Ho! by Ruth Sawyer we're trying the Johnny-Cake recipe from our cookbook - "a crusty slab of cooked cornmeal that was mostly a vehicle for syrup or gravy".
Hmmmmm...I wonder who is going to have the most fun playing with these?
What would I have done without the kids as an excuse to relive all my favourite childhood toy memories?
Happy Father's Day to the father of my children - and of course my own Dad (better go and ring him, eh?).(Finished Ragg Hiker socks.)
Oh baby. Check out that dough hook! Too exciting. (Pity I've got a meeting tonight so I can't even try it out). The mixer jumped the "essential kitchen items" queue ahead of the grain mill, because I needed instant gratification rather than waiting for the slow boat from the US;-) Can hardly wait to crank that baby up tomorrow.
Yes, that is my hideous black kitchen bench. No, sadly it's not a complete renovation of my small 1960s rental kitchen painted 1980s pink. Watch this space!