[See end of blog for complete list of my ten commandments.]
This morning, the sky descended. The grey blanket had rolled in from the sea. I reckon the reason this country produces so many artists and poets is because we spend half of every year trying to imagine a sky.
Anywho, it could have made me feel despondent, particularly because of the lockdown, but then I remembered that I was cooking quail’s eggs this evening. Quail’s eggs! Me?!? It was simultaneously hilarious, exciting and worrying. That thought propelled me through homeschooling, drudge cleaning and hoovering all day. It really was a blessing. Technically it was “Mini aubergine and rocket pizzas” pg 234. Gloriously, I did it. It was more Swedish chef than proper chef, but I still feel like a champion. I thought I would mess it up royally but turns out quail’s eggs are the same as normal eggs in essence, they’re just much smaller. Once I learned that, I just embraced the concept and was emboldened.
I have been a bit slack on the blog because, it turns out that I definitely bit off more than I could chew. I just don’t think I correctly anticipated how much time homeschooling would consume. It’s not just the hours in the morning, it’s also the night before. I find if I am to set myself up for any kind of success, I need to prep the night before. If I falter, or if I am just a shade of unsure about what’s next, I lose them. If I am bored and look away for two seconds, they are messing around. They’ve switched from diligently concentrating on lettering to cutting the table cloth with scissors (who even knew the scissors was on the table?). They’re under the table. They’ve scribbled where they shouldn’t have. Just one miniscule lapse and they’re pretending they’re thirsty so they can chase each other around the island. Honestly, I’ve presented in front of Boards with less pressure.
So, preparation is key. Almost a decade as CFO/COO taught me that. What I am not used to is the fact that after homeschooling, after the lunch, I discover myself sunk in a seat, just staring as the clock whirrs away. I am so knackered, I lose about 20 minutes of my life every afternoon to post – homeschool recovery; in between being used as a cushion, a bouncing castle and just generally pestered for things. Today my three-year old stormed into the kitchen crying because she’d lost something. It turned out it was in her hand. I. Am. Not. Kidding.
I love them but between them and the restrictions, I’m been squished into half the person I used to be. If it wasn’t for this resolution regime, I think I’d have lost sight of myself days ago. So I need to keep this up, or a version of this. Ten every day is mega hardcore. Lockdown continues until early March. So will I and I will have another set of challenges to nudge me along. I will keep you posted.
Culinary accomplishments over the last few days are below:
Lemon meringue pie p272 (very proud of this one)
Paprika pork fillet p166 – this one was incredibly yum but looks awful. I need to work on my presentation skills. Maybe that’s something to do next month.
Honey parsnip soup p84 (surprisingly sweet and more-ish)
And today’s triumph
Ten things I commit to do daily for 30 days:
- No booze (except that used in cooking)
- Meditate for ten minutes
- Follow the literary diet https://www.theguardian.com/books/2020/dec/27/feed-your-soul-the-31-day-literary-diet-for-january-2021-culture-books
- Go for a run or a walk
- Cook something new – either a new recipe from my new Mary Berry cook book or else just something I’ve never cooked before
- No crispsClean the kitchen every evening (sometimes I get lazy and leave stuff til the next day…)
- Do at least 5 sun salutations every morning
- Go through my phone every evening to make sure I have replied to all the whatsapps and texts I got that day
- No eating after 7pm (except Fridays and Saturdays – when else could I get my chocolate fix in except when kids are in bed?)