Tuesday, 22nd December 2015
250g butter, at room temp (for ultra decadence, we used Lewis Road Creamery)
5T Chelsea icing sugar
5T Edmonds custard powder
1.5c self-raising flour
Cream butter and icing sugar until pale and fluffy (I used my trusty KitchenAid).
Meanwhile, in a separate bowl, sift together Custard powder and flour.
Add a spoonful at a time of the sifted mixture into the creamed mixture until all is well-combined.
TIP: If it's a hot day, chill mixture for 5 mins in fridge to make it easier to work with.
Working quickly, roll teaspoon sized drops of mixture into balls, flatten slightly with a fork on baking paper-lined tray.
Pop tray into fridge for 5 mins to help biscuits keep their shape when cooking.
Bake at 160 degrees for approx 15 mins.
Cool completely. Spread with jam or buttercream icing (recipe below) and sandwich together.
1T butter, at room temp
1T lemon juice/passionfruit
1c Chelsea icing sugar
Beat together until cream and fluffy(I used my trusty KitchenAid) adding more icing a spoonful at a time, until the right consistency is achieved.
HOT COCOA SPOONS
750g good quality chocolate (we used 3x250g blocks of Whittakers Dark Cacao)
0.5c Cadbury cocoa powder
1c Chelsea icing sugar
pinch of salt
Break up chocolate and melt in a double boiler (or microwave in 30sec intervals).
Stir in the cocoa, icing sugar and salt - texture should come out almost fudgey.
Pipe mixture into ice cube trays/silicon molds.
Top with decorations if desired (crushed candy canes, marshmallows, chocolate shavings) then insert a wooden spoon/ice block stick into each mold.
Set in fridge for approx 30 mins. Carefully pop out of molds and wrap in cellophane. Keep refrigerated.
To make hot chocolate;
Stir a single-serve spoon through a cup of hot milk OR a bit of boiling water, then top up cup with hot milk.
We're giving these treats away in gift baskets along with a bottle of Lewis Road Creamery silver top! YUM!
Friday, 4th December 2015
Some days, I really hate being me.
Today is one of those days. But, if I was really honest with myself, today is just another day in a long string of days.
- ALARM BELLS GO OFF IN MY HEAD AT THAT REALISATION –
I hate that the baby is crying again when she should be sleeping. I don’t even know what sleep is!
I hate the cry-it-out-method because I can't do it and I hate my post-baby body.
Yesterday I splurged $10 and bought myself some beautiful flowers to cheer myself up - but today I even hate those flowers. I hate that I’m always chasing my tail with chores I can never see the end of.
I feel like I’m doing the work of 10 people on my own.
I prioritise and re-prioritise as the day unfolds and my mind is pulled in a million different directions continuously.
All day. Every day.
And today, I just can’t deal.
Maybe it's just that time of year? I struggled with PND first time around, although I was in denial about it being real, up until the lil man was about 2. I Thought I was doing really well this time around (different man, different child, and totally different birth experience – for the better). But maybe I’m not doing as well as I thought?
Being a Mum and a Wife is my first priority, obviously.
But sometimes, I don’t want to be ‘Mum’.
And sometimes I don’t want to be ‘Wife’.
I just want to be me!
But who am I??
I’ve forgotten HOW to BE me.
My whole life has become about putting everybody else first - who’s going to put ME first?
And last night it finally dawned on me – the sad reality – that NO ONE is going to.
SO, my New Year’s Resolution is to put myself first!
Wait, I don’t know how to - where do I start?
Maybe right after I get the bubba down for her nap, and finish helping the little man with his homework.
No wait, then I have to get dinner sorted.
Maybe once the kids are down for the night.
Yep, that’s when I’ll make time for me…right after the dishes are done and lunches are packed.
Thursday, 19th November 2015
Last November, I turned 40 on a depressing, rainy Monday. We'd just moved to New Zealand from Japan and were finding our feet, so I didn't do anything to celebrate. My best friend in New York surprised me with a luxury spa treatment at one of the top hotels here in Auckland. She'd organised it with my husband, and I was genuinely surprised.
An actual 3 hour spa treatment at that gorgeous hotel. "I'll hang onto it until the perfect opportunity to book it in." I told myself. But then, life happened. I work from 9:30 am - 2:30 pm and my kids go to school from 9 - 3, so there's no time during the week.
Weekends? I have a teenager, 9 year old and a 5 year old. The older two are heavily involved in sports, meaning we all have to go our separate busy ways most weekends. No dice there, either.
"Ah, no hurry, I have until October 28th next year to use it." I told myself on November 3rd last year.
When did I actually use it? October 25th.
Of course, this happened to coincide with the boys' bonding weekend my husband and older son had planned for the first time ever. My daughter had her friend over to ours for a sleepover and I negotiated a deal with them to watch my 5 year old son while I went for my spa in exchange for a day of shopping the following day.
At this point, I was so anxious, I wasn't actually able to look past organising the logistics of it enough to even look forward to it. The thought of being a 20 minute drive away, getting a massage without my phone in my hand should have been enticing, but I was convinced something awful would happen at home base while I was off being selfish. As I sat in the waiting area, I took a photo of the spa's business card and texted them off to my husband and daughter "just in case."
Before I knew it, I found myself lapping up the amazing 45 minute pre-treatment ritual of jacuzzi, snail shower, ice flicks, sauna, back to ice flicks, then to the herbal steam spa. This was just the lead up and I was the most relaxed I'd been in who knows how long. To be honest, I probably would've been perfectly satisfied to have gone home at this point already...until I was called into my private room for the 2 hour treatment. As I lay in dimly lit room, feeling woozy from the heady combination of all that relaxing and the heavenly aroma of coconut and vanilla oils, I had no trouble getting comfy on that massage table. About 15 minutes into it though, I started having visions of my son falling off a tree and breaking his arm, or him putting his leg through the large front window while playing soccer, my distraught daughter desperately trying to get a hold of me through the hotel operator. I played both roles of devil and angel on my shoulders as I was supposed to be relaxing. 30 minutes of exfoliating later, I was placed in the most beautiful, candlelit tub for 30 minutes of soaking. This was magical...for about 10 minutes. Then I subconsciously started bracing myself for the knock on the door with one of my kids wanting to use the toilet or wanting something to eat. I didn't know what to do, I felt guilty with all that peace and serenity to myself for all that extended period of time. When the masseuse came back and I got back on that table for another hour, I continued my game of dreaming up worst case scenarios and talking myself down. I'd left my phone in the locker - what if there were dozens of urgent texts and missed calls? No, my daughter and husband had the hotel's number, if there was some kind of emergency, I'd know by now and on and on it went. All that worrying actually gave me a headache! How pathetic is that? In midst of this decadent, time for self indulging, I couldn't shut my mind up for longer than 10 minutes.
After the treatment, I was led to a gorgeous chaise lounge, draped with a canopy. Beside the chaise was a mocktail, a shot of ginger and lemonade, fruit and nuts and a pot of herbal Chinese tea. The masseuse talked me through the final ritual of my experience. I was to just be still and treat myself to these refreshments, to take as much time as I needed. Then, when I felt ready, I was encouraged to go and repeat the whole pre-treatment spas again. I didn't have my phone or watch on, so I had no concept of how much time had passed (I think I might've fallen asleep during the massage, adding to my complete being out of it-ness) so when I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 10 minutes away from "the latest" time I'd given my daughter of my anticipated return home, I took the refreshments like a series of tequila shots and high-tailed it out of there.
As I sped home, I couldn't help but laugh. Only I could turn an opportunity to just let go and relax into a session of overthinking and rushing! It wasn't all like that though, there were lovely bits in between where I relished the experience, vowing from this day forward, I would only ever gift fellow mothers with a spa voucher. I told myself that I needed to start being nicer to myself and treat myself once every few months with something like this.
Even though I'd only been out of the house for a total of 3 and a half hours, I felt like I'd been away for days. "Who needs a holiday? A massage is just as good as a tropical getaway" I was telling myself, as I opened my front door. I was on Cloud 9 - until I was greeted by my eye rolling teenager with a "FINALLY!" handing my hungry son over to me as she stormed off with her BFF.
Normally, I would've launched into one of my standard speeches about attitude and how we treat people, but not today. Thanks to my spa treatment, I had enough chill to let that slide.
A whole lotta chill and one hell of a headache. Where's that aspirin?
By Stacey Edgar from Realistic Kidface