#1534 Day 36 of getting there: dancing in the kitchen with my loves part 10

At some point, you just know dancing in the kitchen was gonna make this corona countdown.

This countdown, in trying to get to the ‘other’ side.

The music of choice tonight? Well baby girl is obsessed with our music. Whatever we play passionately and religiously, she devours it, and then proceeds to play it with even more gusto.

Just recently she has been putting my Dirty Dancing soundtrack on repeat.

I could laugh out loud. I don’t, I quietly giggle. She does ballet moves to the instrumental and jazzy pieces, floating from one end of the room to the other, pirouetting and doing flying leaps in the air…

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While I cut cucumbers and sing in heartfelt tone to “do you love me?”

This routine has been repeating lately, and again it happened today. Both of us bopping along, she doing her own freestyle dance routine, me stirring pots and cutting vegies and acting like there is a mic in front of me.

“Will you still love me, tomorrow?”

Soon, Hubbie is home from work.

“Best movie soundtrack, EVER,” I proclaim.

“Mama,” baby girl begins, “maybe one day we can go to the movies and watch this movie?”

“Uh,” I start. “This movie is an old one, it isn’t in the cinemas anymore honey… but maybe one day we can find it somewhere, and watch it.”

(Uh, in my DVD collection? Shh).

“She can watch it one day,” I whisper to Hubbie, “when she’s 25.”

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#1531 Day 33 of getting there: homemade sweet potato gnocchi

I haven’t been writing as much as I like, and that’s got a bit to do with this cv business and balancing working from home with schooling baby girl from home, but it’s more to do with the OTHER.

The other is me fuelling all my creative energy into cooking new recipes.

It isn’t hard to find them after all. So many more people are putting together live recordings and sharing extra recipes to help us deal with this isolation, and just as well because we need something to do with all the extra time we aren’t going out.

And just the other day, I fell in love with a recipe idea I have been toying with for years now.

It was gnocchi. Rather, it has always been gnocchi. But this version was a sweet potato gnocchi.

Nom nom nom.

You know, some time ago I bought a packet of gnocchi from the shops, at the height of the shopping-covid frenzy when pasta was getting low to nothing on shelves… and I thought, being from a nice grocer and all, that this gnocchi would also be, nice.

I have only ever had, smooth, delicious, pillowy puffs of homemade or restaurant high-grade quality gnocchi.

So imagine my disappointment when this gnocchi tasted like plastic.

It was NOT nice. It honestly had a fake, manufactured taste, and I was spurred by the idea of homemade gnocchi even more.

So earlier this week when I saw Leah Itsines, self-taught cook, post on facebook that she was doing a live and making sweet potato gnocchi, I knew that soon, I would be too.

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How great is technology? I knew I couldn’t follow her to make it at the exact time she did, but she was posting the video on YouTube later, so all I had to do was go to her channel today and voila!

The instructions were all there.

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My gnocchi was deliciously homemade. It was so refreshing, to have it not taste like plastic! What do you know??? In fact, it tasted anything but. I think I made a pretty great first time gnocchi, and I even have extra that I have frozen for another time so that is SUPER EXCITING.

But that’s not even it. No folks. Topping that homemade sweet potato gnocchi was Jamie Oliver’s 3 minute tomato pasta sauce… another food guru I have started following lately!

And just as well that I had a 3 minute sauce recipe, since it took me hours and 26 dishes to make the gnocchi.

(All hail the dishwasher).

It’s so satisfying to make your own food. It’s amazing to experiment with different dishes, flavours and ingredients, and even to go out on a whim and try something you’ve been scared to for so long.

I can’t believe I made gnocchi, I am still so excited about it!

Next on my experimentation list? Well Leah has also made dumplings, and I LOVE DUMPLINGS… Marion Grasby has an egg drop soup that looks incredible… and Jamie Oliver and Oprah Winfrey recently made his Singapore-style fried rice together, over video call of course… ahh.

Ain’t technology just the best. πŸ™‚

 

#1511 Day 13 of getting there: a little bit of everything makes Saturday sweet

The day started off, drawing with baby girl.

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Next was the brownie baking.

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The triple choc brownie baking, I might add. πŸ˜‰

There was taste-tasting, coffee making, and puzzle doing… it was relaxing, and with the wind howling and sheets of rain coming down outside, there was really no better place than to be at home.

Our cat Mister F slept for about five hours on the couch. It was that type of day.

Then at night, on random we started to dance in the kitchen.

If you’ve followed my blog for a while you’ll know that’s a common event in our household. Somehow though, we just haven’t had much of a chance or opportunity to dance all together on a Saturday night.

It seems for the moment though, we will have an indefinite amount of time to dance in the kitchen.

What made it better, was I started off reluctant. All I wanted to do was settle back on the couch. It was like I was so used to doing nothing, that I just wanted to go back and do NOTHING.

But as the saying goes… if you can’t beat them, join them.

Which is what I did. I participated in baby girl’s little dance-off contest, and before I knew it, was galloping and pirouetting across the kitchen floor and almost colliding with Hubbie and baby girl but doubling over with laughter.

And I was so glad I caved in. So glad we mucked about and went stupid and got warm amidst a really freezing day. And though we aren’t all tik tok savvy to have recorded it for the world to see, there is something else I captured…

Our little tennis match. I saw the best idea on facebook a while ago. Take two wooden spoons or other long-shaped utensils, tape it to the back of some paper plates, then using some stools/chairs, drape a blanket/tablecover over it to create…

A tennis stadium IN YOUR HOUSE.

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Oh, and the ball? A balloon. It even acts like a ball if it’s been hanging around the house for a few days, flying irrationally and without care through the air, making it more challenging to hit.

Let it howl. Let it rain. We’ve got the home isolation entertainment down pat.

#1440 Our matching mannerisms

It was a family kind of day.

I was on the other side of town with baby girl, meeting sis there too as we caught up with our parents.

And while the family time, cafΓ© lunch, backyard musings and loads of watermelon and pineapple were wonderful, there was one moment that stood out to me.

Mmmm. “Yeah Yeah.”

Sis and I have the same mannerisms when we talk. We know this. People have pointed it out to us. And once again the mannerisms reared their funny head and we were in stitches this afternoon.

Sis is too kind. She said after we realised what was happening that we had the same expressions…

We DO, but I don’t know whether it is in-built in our family sister gene, or whether it is her huge influence on me growing up that influenced me to take on things that she said and did, without even realising.

I really do believe that to be the case. She was such a massive role model for me growing up, and not to say that she isn’t anymore, it’s just that looking up to someone as a child and then an impressionable teenager, makes a long-lasting impact.

Even down to the smallestΒ most sub-conscious level… even the “mmm’s.”

I was completely oblivious to the symmetry playing out today. Mum was saying something to us around the old circular kitchen table, and I reached for my phone to glance at it, going “yeah yeah” in response without even thinking.

Soon sis was telling me that we did the ‘yeah yeah’s’ to Mum at exactly the same time, and we burst into fits of laughter.

I held my hand over my mouth, because I knew what would happen next.

It’s happened so many times before. We’ll realise we’re making the same “mmm” sounds or doing that “yeah” followed by a big sigh thing that we do, laugh insanely about it, and then as we finish laughing go “ahhh” at the same time followed by a sigh AT THE SAME TIME, and start laughing all over again.

I swear I felt the “mmm” and sighs and “yeah’s” building up as my hand held my mouth closed, just knowing we would do it again, letting sis laugh and do them on her own.

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Gee we are hilarious.

Whether I’ve learned it from her, or it’s some innate freaky sister similarity, when we do our little sighs and “yeah’s,” I’m glad to be sharing such a little, but so telling expression, with her.

It’s all in the details. πŸ˜‰

Yeah.

#1435 The self-cleaning function

When I think that it’s been about 2 years since our kitchen renovation, with new gadgets installed, I realise that time really does fly.

And this thought makes me feel a teeny tiny bit better, that in all that time, I haven’t given my brand new oven a clean.

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Not even one wipe of the inside. Nothing. Zilch.

Nil.

But there’s been a really deliberate reason for that.

It has the pyrolytic function… which in normal people language means ‘self-cleaning.’

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If anything, when we got the oven I was informed to let it get really filthy so I could use the self-cleaning function.

I know. Best advice EVER.

It wasn’t disgusting, filthy even. But there was a lot of grime and oil build up, and having been out of the house for days on end this week, knowing this was our home catch-up day, I knew what job was waiting for me.

(Only it wasn’t my job, it was the oven’s job πŸ˜‰).

About 5 hours later, the oven was brand spanking new again. No scrubbing, no elbowΒ  grease, no chemicals…

Just a damp wipe over to remove the residue burnt off in the process, and voila!

My oven looks like this again:

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#1387 My new mug

We all need nice mugs in our life.

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And that’s what I got yesterday for my KK. A very nice mug.

Of course I had to use it today. It’s made me realise, that we have a load of mugs in our kitchen cupboard, most that we’ve had for about a decade… sooo long.

Drinking coffee, tea, from the same mugs… day in… and day out.

A bit different from the Kondo method – I don’t quite want to ‘just’ get rid of them. Yes I want to move them on, donate them to a worthy cause…

But I don’t ‘just’ want the spot where they used to reside, to lay bare.

I want it replaced… with new mugs. 😁

Sometimes you just need a change. And often that change starts with the smallest thing.

Like, one new mug. ❀🍡

#1374 Us 4, like old times

Today we found ourselves in a place, a space, a set up, that we haven’t been in for a while… and yet it was something that we used to live and breathe.

And eat. As it was concerning the old kitchen table.

Not my kitchen table… but my parents’ old kitchen table.

It was me, my sister, and my parents. And we sat down to eat in exactly the same spots we used to all those years ago.

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Wow. This is a big deal. We go to my parents’ house a fair bit, and even sis and I will find ourselves there at the same time too… but it will usually be with the rest of the fam. Hubbies. Kids. And we never sit at the small round table when there are 9 of us.

But today, only 4. The original clan;) I had to take a snapshot of the moment.

It wasn’t the only flashback in time though… When we were headed out later, sis and I in the back seat of Mum’s car as she drove, Dad in passenger… she stepped on the gas, HARD, as she reversed flew down their long narrow drive.

Sis and I turned to each other with looks of surprise on our faces before I burst out laughing.

Oh Mum. How could I forget your insane driving?

Memories. β€πŸ‘¨β€πŸ‘©β€πŸ‘§β€πŸ‘§

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