Takes about 5 (uninterrupted) minutes to make batter, if you have to grate the cheese. (Takes about 20 minutes if you have to entertain and feed your toddler while doing so.)
60 g wholemeal flour
60 g plain flour
1 tsp baking powder
Some grinds of black pepper
A pinch of salt if desired
1 large egg
160 ml milk
Handful of grated cheese if desired
Mix and whisk until you have a nice creamy batter, then fry in a little oil in tablespoonful-sized blobs, as many at a time as can be arranged in a frying pan without touching. Keep warm in a clean tea towel as you go, though it really doesn’t take long to fry the whole batch. Serve with butter and maple syrup if you like. Suitable for finger-food-eating babies and toddlers too.
Wednesday, 24 June 2009
Where’s Mummy? Part 2 of 3
She was FINE. The Hungry Mouth ate an enormous dinner, slurped down some formula, snuggled up to Dad, and fell blissfully asleep. And stayed that way.
I had a nice night out, thanks.
I had a nice night out, thanks.
Tuesday, 2 June 2009
Where's Mummy? Part 1 of 3
Tonight is the first night I won’t be home to tuck my sweet tot into her sleepybag and give her her bedtime breastfeed. Whatever my excuse is (a social obligation I really feel I ought to attend), she won’t care. What I hope is, she won’t care too much that I’m not there. What I mean is, of course I want her to miss me, but not too much… Dad will be there, and I hope she thinks he’s good enough for bedtime snuggles.
On the upside, tonight is the first night since she was born that I’ll be out frolicking in central London after dark! That does sound fun…but all I really want to do is rush home and squeeze my daughter till she squeaks Mamama. Guess I will have to wait till I creep into her room at midnight, scoop her gently up and offer her a mid-snooze milkshake (she’s always adorable when she drinks milk in her dreams.
On the upside, tonight is the first night since she was born that I’ll be out frolicking in central London after dark! That does sound fun…but all I really want to do is rush home and squeeze my daughter till she squeaks Mamama. Guess I will have to wait till I creep into her room at midnight, scoop her gently up and offer her a mid-snooze milkshake (she’s always adorable when she drinks milk in her dreams.
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