Day 19: Hair of the dog wurzel pizza

So, having bought all the ingredients for Jamie's fish pie, I got home and decided I couldn't be bothered, besides, nobody would appreciate it today.

And so, arriving in from Spinney's with a bag of ingredients, I inspected the cupboards to see what else I might make that would require almost zero effort before I hit on the brilliant idea of pizza made from Wurzel bread (love that name, I only buy it cos it makes me think of Wurzel Gummidge 'Ooh Aunt Thally, a cup of tea and a thlice of cake!)

Opening a bottle of wine, I carefully filled a glass before slicing the Wurzel loaf lengthways.  Taking a cautious sip, I spread tomato passata over the loaf.  Taking another sip, I then sprinkled Emmental  over it.

Taking a big swig now, I placed the makeshift pizza on a baking tray and placed it in the oven.

Pouring another glass, I waited ten minutes until the pizza was bubbling.  I then searched for an oven glove, but alas, there was none.  Using a hand towel from the bathroom, I removed the baking tray.  Taking a sip, I attempted to slice up the wurzel pizza -- burning my fingers, I decided to wait a minute before trying again.  

Becoming impatient, I sliced it anyway before placing the slices on a plate, I then sprinkled them with torn up parsley leaves.  Another sip et voila! The children and DH wolfed them down leaving me to suspect that I might in fact be the new Keith Floyd...

Wurzel pizza and a hair of the dog glass of vino...just call me Keith!

Day 19: Treats aren't always bad

I have been slack this week -- we've still been sticking pretty much to the program, but I haven't made an effort to introduce anything new. This is due to the mid-week illness among other distractions.

Yesterday being Saint Patrick's day AND Charity day at school meant exceptional circumstances: The children had some jelly and a cupcakes at Charity day, which was not too bad considering the usual abandon which would rein during such an event.  After that, we headed to the mall where they had fish and chips -- again, it was an unusual day and anything is permitted in moderation.

In the evening we headed up to the Sailing Club in RAK where the children had 7 ups and crisps and mummy had several glasses of white wine and a Black Russian!  Yum, but ouch my head today!

It is important to allow these treats and dropping of standards occasionally to avoid becomming obsessive and  militant about what your child eats.  Nobody wants their kid to to be the lone figure at the birthday party nibbling on a carrot stick packed by mummy because they don't eat 'junk' -- not only does it alienate the child but makes a silent judgement on everyone else who do allow these treats. We all know someone who is fanatical about what their child eats, to the point of being anti-social, but who hold no such fanaticism about what they themselves eat and in fact are often overweight.

Anyway, there's not much chance of that happening, certainly not once they have a say in the matter since I know that should nine-year-old girl fancy a treat, she merely disappears out with her pals and goes to Starbucks for a slice of that insanely good peanut butter chocolate mudslide cake that they stock at the moment (when we were kids a 10p mix was a treat!)

At the time of writing, I don't know what I might tackle for dinner later -- I shall take a wander around Spinney's for inspiration and report back later.