Note : pears are missing because I already whizzed them in the food processor.
My step mother came over for lunch on Sunday. Technically, she’s my Dad’s ex-wife but she’ll always be my step mum.
When D Man asked me who she was it was kind of hard for me to explain so we entered into the unchartered territory of ‘STEP…’.
The easiest way for me to explain was by relating it to us, and our family and it felt very alien and surreal.
“If Daddy was to marry someone else she would be your step-mum.”
It sounded matter of a fact enough coming out of my mouth, but it tasted like a dusty tumble weed rolling over my tongue, and yet a little monkey somewhere banged a drum that made me squint with one eye as my sphincter clenched.
But that’s what a step-mother is.
We’re all doing really well though, thanks for asking.
Finding a rhythm and slipping into a groove. The kids are fine mostly, nary a blip. Weekend visits are surprisingly easy, except for that one time…. the day I forgot Ratty.
The very first blog I ever wrote was about that Rat and his place in the family has probably heightened rather than lessened over the years.
Ratty has traveled more extensively than some adults I know and Boy and Rat have never spent a night apart….But in my rush to get out the door for a Daddy sleep over night Rat was left behind.
I could blame the 4 year old because technically I gave Ratty to him to carry to the car, but you really can’t trust a four year old to take responsibility for something so important.
By the time we realised the smelly old Rat was left behind, I was on my way to dinner with friends. You see dropping your kids off is great in many ways, but a little bit quiet and lonely in others so I’m also finding my new groove.
That’s not at all bad.
I’m on my way to dinner when I get the call that Ratty was not in the bag and not in the car, and, and, and…..
It kind of broke the top off something I’d screwed down pretty tight. Tears blurred my vision as I drove through the dark, and I brushed them away as fast as they came worried about my mascara and arriving at dinner looking like a Zombie but then suddenly I couldn’t keep up with them, so I just let them roll. Bloody smelly old, bunk eyed rat.
But they weren’t really tears for the Rat.
But I guess we all know that.
Anyway, I’m keeping busy, like usual, so when we had a play date recently I thought I’d whip up a batch of something to offer the guests. We’ve also been rocking them for breakfast.
I had some squishy pears in the bowl and I thought I’d make some low sugar muffins sweetened with those bad boys.
This is so easy because you chuck it all into the food processor and you’re on your way. Sort of.
Pear and Date Muffins
What you will need :
- 2 over ripe pears, smooshed with a fork
- 1 cup self raising flour
- 1 cup wholemeal spelt flour
- 2 teaspoons baking powder
- 1/3 cup raw sugar
- 1/2 cup milk
- 2 eggs, lightly whisked
- 50g butter, melted and cooled
- 125 g dates, chopped
- 50g walnuts, chopped (optional)
- 50g choc chips, or chopped dark chocolate (optional)
What you will need to do :
Pre-heat over to 180C. LiPlace your muffin cases in your tray.
Core your pears and whack them into the food processor and whizz them up. Throw your flours, sugar and baking powder in and then add your milk, eggs and butter.
Take the bowl off the processor and stir in your dates, choc chips and walnuts, and spoon your mixture into the muffin cases.
Pop into the over for 15-20 minutes until a skewer comes out clean.
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