First Charlotte, now Betty, who's next Edith or Mavis? I refer, of course, to apple dishes. Following my last post on apple creations, a big thanks to Nicola for sending me Nigel Slater's recipe for Apple Betty. I was slightly shocked by the quantities of butter (and sugar, and syrup, and chocolate, albeit the 'healthier' dark stuff) but why not go out with a flourish (or a coronary) for the last of our apple harvest?! I substituted maple syrup for golden syrup (well I do live in Canada) in some skewed idea that the 'natural complex sugar' would somehow offset all the other gloop in there. Ha ha. There was no disguising the serious gloop factor, but it was absolutely to die for (and perhaps we will!) in the tasting.
Betty Boo enjoyed it too of course.
The lady has just recently stopped napping most days and I find myself stretched out as the days go on. I am of course proud of her advanced language abilities, but the incessant questioning every minute (and her dislike of most of my answers, so repeating the question ad nauseum, or just erupting into tears) is testing my patience when there is no respite throughout the day. Added to this that the lady has suddenly decided, after months of resistance, that we are doing toilet training (the 'big toilet' has won her favour, no pottying for this one), and the requirement for constant vigilance (and mopping up) and you have one tired mama. I miss Boo the moment she's not with me, but some days she gives me no breathing space and I feel suffocated. I find myself becoming snappy and feel like a terrible mother momentarily before moving into a more positive space. We are transitioning, and will no doubt a new rhythm will soon emerge from these long days soon.
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