The biscuit resolution

Move over Maryland

Move over Maryland

My boys eat too many biscuits. I know it for a fact. After school they go at the tin at high speed, cramming their sullen little faces with transfats and refined sugar before I can say ‘portion control’.  So yesterday evening, in my resolve to change their snacking and television habits, I yanked them away from Tracy Beaker and suggested we do some baking. There is not much call for fancy shapes and hundreds and thousands in our kitchen; the boys like a no-nonsense face full of biscuit, preferably stuffed with chocolate chips and free from anything purporting to be healthy. No raisins, no oats, no honey. This recipe calls for half a pat of butter, but at least I know it is there and can ration the biscuits accordingly. The butter is melted which makes the mixture really easy to stir into a sloppy dough, even if you are five years old and fending off your brothers with both elbows.

Easy Chocolate Chip Cookies

Half a pat of butter is melted and poured into a bowl, into which you stir 170 grams of light brown sugar (or whatever colour you have), 1 egg, 150 grams of plain flour, half teaspoon of baking powder, 2 teaspoons of vanilla extract and as many chocolate chips as you can justify. Spoon into widely spaced dollops on a baking sheet lined with baking paper. Cook in a hot oven (190°C) until slightly golden (about 10 minutes), leave to cool for a few minutes before transferring to a wire rack. Ours are finished already.

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Notes on Advent calendars

work in progress

all my own work

What began as an idea for a group project progressed to solo, late-night sewing marathon, and has ended in an enormous argument over who stole the chocolate money from number 17. And it is only December 2nd.

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It’s glove weather….

It’s glove weather, and I can already feel the arguments about losing them descending on us like a dank autumnal mist. Last year my stinginess took me to the three for twos at Tescos, something I regretted the moment the first tears started rolling as wet hands froze in the snow.  This year I am applying the same rule to gloves for my boys as I do to sunglasses for myself: I am buying them a decent pair each and hoping they might remember to look after them. The over sevens seem to have a deep reverence for kit- shin pads, gum shields, rugby studs are all treated with respect- but the threat of sewing new gloves to a jaunty string, posted humiliatingly through the arms of their coats, hangs in the air with the freezing fogs as they set off to school each morning.

Here are some good ones…

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