By popular request, today’s post is a bit of an odd one for this blog…
It’s a recipe.
Not being your average domestic goddess, there are unlikely to be many more but since I was asked to post this, here it is.
It’s my method of producing that vital essential to domestic life – the flapjack.
Plan, Shop, Chop
I was once reading a cook-book by that original domestic goddess -Nigella Lawson. In it, she casually mentioned that planning and shopping are as much a part of cooking as the kitchen-based business.
This was a eureka moment for me.
Of course! It seemed so obvious when pointed out! Yet all this time I’d been wondering why I felt so defeated by the prospect of feeding my family. I had neglected to incorporate two of the three vital ingredients – planning and shopping.
Let’s play Spot the Difference.
Woman A arrives home. She hangs up her coat, bag and keys. She looks around her tidy home, smiles and decides she’s got time to relax in her beautiful sitting room with a cuppa and a magazine.
A flustered Woman B heaves the door open, pushing aside the debris blocking the entrance. She throws her coat on the pile – one more won’t make a difference. As she enters the kitchen, her heart sinks at the sight. Then, though she is surrounded by a million chores that need doing, she collapses, overwhelmed and exhausted on the sofa. She emits a small yelp as the hard plastic toy digs into her back.
So, then. What’s the difference between these two women?
I am not a natural-born bedmaker. When I see an unmade bed, I am not overwhelmed with an urge to make it. I am more often overwhelmed with an urge to go into another room.
However, I do admit to a slight blip of happiness when I see a beautifully made bed. I love to see a sumptuous and inviting slumber-zone, with plentiful plumped-up pillows and creaseless sheets (a la the gorgeous Beachy Cottage).
So, how to combine this love of bedded-bliss with my strong housework-avoidance streak…?