Finding The Happy

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The successful failure

One of the perks of being a part-time SAHM before Arddun goes to preschool is the time we get to just hang out together and try things.

We were going to surprise Tony with cookies when he returned home from work this week (He’s working longer and longer hours, and has to deal with interesting staff. Not his favourite two things.) Decided to try out a new recipe from a book I’d bought cheap from Borders years ago (American measurements, with metric translations). Was supposed to be brown sugar cookies with a drizzle of lemony icing.

Wasn’t too sure about the recipe halfway through but because I’m no baking diva, and we were having too much fun, I pressed on.

Collage of Arddun with cookies on tray
Cookies are looking good on the tray at least
Arddun profile baking collage
Arddun’s chief role: beater eater

 Sadly, when we pulled the trays out 12 minutes later, everything was le splat. Just too much butter, methinks. And waaay too salty.

I was pretty disappointed. But Arddun just walked over, looked at the trays, said “Oh dear, Mummy!” and then patted me gently on the back. “Oh well. It’s okay. Nevermind. You alright?”

Prompting me to question who had the more adult response, really. What a crack up!

Strawberries and chocolate dipping sauce
When all else fails as spectacularly as it did, go to chocolate-drenched fruit
Arddun eating a strawberry
Happy with consolation prize

Smash Rehash

So Tony and I finally had our ice-cream date this evening.

For those of you who haven’t heard, Cold Rock has finally opened a branch in Canberra – and it’s within walking distance of our house. For most Singaporeans, we’ve (ironically) enjoyed that Australian franchise for a few years now. But for Canberra, the idea of an ice creamery that allows you to smoosh Lotsa Fizz and Ferrero Rocher in your homemade, ice-cold Jaffa is still rather novel. The queue for Cold Rock all of December was ridiculous. Tonight, we decided to brave it and try it out once more.

Cold Rock’s tagline is: Choose it. Mix it. Smash it. Love it. The smashing part is probably the USP here – instead of merely sprinkling your topping(s) of choice, they smash up your topping (Skittles, Smarties, Kit Kat…) and mix it into your chosen ice cream, all done on a cold rock table. (Ah hah!)

Reason for this rather protracted introduction is the little girl beside  me, who decided she wanted everything rainbow. She wanted the rainbow ice cream. With rainbow sprinkles. And rainbow smarties. Anything that was multi-coloured made it to this wondrous cocktail of hers. I could only imagine what she must have thought she was getting – her favourite dessert, colour: JOY.

Until they started smashing it all in.

She was too short to see what was going on, but her excitement was palpable. So when they finally handed her the finished product – smashed and mixed lovingly – she looked like someone had just taken her favourite teddy bear and blended it in a Cuisinart along with yucky spinach.

Her ice-cream turned out a very decided purplish gray.

I know it’s cruel to laugh at children after their dreams have been crushed, but Tony and I spent the next ten minutes giggling to ourselves because it was just too funny.

Poor blob.

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