Or, Shit That Only Parents Could Possibly Give A Damn About, the Rafferty’s Edition
So I spend a fortune on those suckable pouch baby food things, Rafferty’s Garden or whatever brand’s sitting next to it on the shelf. There’s no substance to them, and the packaging is wasteful and blah blah. But they get eaten. And you don’t have to remember a spoon (I’m sorry who spoons them? Ridiculous what’s the point). Pretty much since The Little Berry started solids, I’ve been saying I should make my own and was promptly overwhelmed by brand choice. Anyway, Itti Bitti (they of the raver-esque fluffy fur cloth nappies), were having a sale on their version, Sinchies, so I finally bought a bunch on impulse. And then they sat in the cupboard for another couple of months and now here we are!
Yikes, I hope no journo’s read that intro. Apologies.
What this post should really be titled is Product Review: Sinchies Baby Food Pouches. Just pretend the above ramble doesn’t exist.
Here be the pouch. Clear which is great you can see/remember what you’ve put inside. I bought the little funnel that goes with, but next time I’m going to chuck in a piping bag and pipe them full, much faster than waiting for gravity to do her thing.
Was a bit of a fiddle to work out exactly how full to make ’em so they’d close, but they do seem to zip up nice and tight. I made a strawberry and coconut creamed rice first off which I figure will make a good snack for both girls.
Ta da! Mother of the year award: ME. Next up is a pumpkin, quinoa, apple number. I’m aiming for crowd-pleasing but filling. Will report back on the reception.
So, the lastest episode of “I rememeber when this used to be blah blah before they changed it and made it shit”. EXCEPT! This time it’s actually been made bloody marvellous. Prince Alfred Pool used to be a dive, and not in that springboard kinda way. I spent many a hungover Sunday sucking on a Frosty Fruit and soaking up some sunshine, semi-catatonic by the poolside when it was my local. However while I’m feeling quite worse for wear in the way only parenthood can manage, the pool has been reinvorgorated in a major way, and there’s a rocking little cafe attached called, sweetly, Meadow.
They have all the yummies a girl could ask for including brioche french toast with coconut ice cream. Yes indeedy that’s ice cream for breakfast thankyouverymuch.
What you really want to know about Meadow, is that while sipping your trendy acai smoothie out of a mason jar (yawn), you overlook this baby:
It’s a perfect little playground within yelling distance and it makes socialising with kids not death. These two connoisseurs gave it the thumbs up…
Since it’s connected to the pool, it’s open proper early, plus rumour has it there’s free entry to the pool for the next little while. Get your skates on. Frosty Fruits not included…
Prince Alfred Park
Chalmers St Surry Hills
Time is of the essence for me at the moment. No mincing words or extra pics, and no time for icing on these honey jumbles. Lucky they taste bloody good just as they are.
Disclaimer: There is an hour’s wait involved in these. I know, I know. Do the first bit without telling your toddler.
1/2 cup honey
1/4 cup brown sugar
1 1/2 cups plain flour
1/2 tsp bicarbonate soda
1 tsp ground ginger
1/4 tsp ground cloves
2 tsps milk
Bring the honey, butter and brown sugar to the boil.
Then cool for an hour or so or until thick (sorry!).
Turn the oven on to 180 degrees.
Sift dry ingredients over cooled butter mix and stir to form a dough. Add the milk as needed then knead lightly. Either shape into rolls and trim neatly into little pillows, or dump dollops unceremoniously onto a tray (can you guess which method I adopt?). Bake for 12-15 mins.
I’ve always found Bill Granger a bit odd as a person. But in yesteryear, pre-Berry, Bills was conveniently located at the top of my street. Before I read the cookbooks and discovered the secret behind the deliciousness of his eggs (equal parts egg, cream and butter should do the trick), I swooned like the rest of Sydney over his brekkies. The guy can do breakfast. And in my quest to rack up more non-beating, melt and mix recipes like this one, I bring you Bill’s Bread. He uses banana, which I’ve tried and is delicious, but I also love roast pumpkin as a substitute and is what I’m currently munching on…
The Low Down:
250ml sour cream
1 teaspoon bicarb
100g butter, melted
200g caster sugar
2 medium eggs, lightly beaten
250g plain flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon cinnamon (or whatever spices you fancy, I like some nutmeg too)
250g mashed whatever (roast pumpkin, banana, stewed pear etc)
Mix the sour cream and the bicarb together and let it stand a while (like 5 mins). While it’s getting all activated, you can beat your eggs in a cup, melt the butter etc etc. Then stir together the wet ingredients, add the sugar and stir again, then sift over the flour and baking powder and spices. Mix in the mash, then pour into a loaf tin and bake at 180 for about 45 mins.
The sour cream makes the loaf so moist and light and crazy delicious. Don’t come crying to me if you scoff half of it hot out of the oven standing at the kitchen bench. Not that I’d know anything about that.
YES. We went to our penultimate three-year-old’s party today. There was a jumpy castle. Believe it. But the best-est part, this amazing popcorn cake. It’s stuck together with melted marshmallows. MELTED MARSHMALLOWS PEOPLE! I died and went to sweet-salty-sticky heaven.
Quick piece on eating Paleo that ran in the April issue of Marie Claire is up, including wise words from my girl crush Sarah Wilson.
Full text on my work site. It’s pretty persuasive stuff, but boils down to the same old story. Eat real food people!
It’s really amazing what you can do with a double batch of chocolate buttercream and a big ol’ spatula… Oh, and a very expensive supermarket shop for effective landscaping items.
Needless to say the birthday girl was well pleased…