Day 346: Slip sliding away12 December 2007 | By admin in life, pork
This evening we made Sausage, Mushroom, and Pesto Polenta “Lasagne”. We like pesto, we love pesto in fact. Earlier this evening Little A and I cooked gnocchi and pesto and I enjoyed eating her leftovers, very much indeed. The “lasagne” however, was unfortunately not so enjoyable, in fact it was downright unpleasant. The pesto ricotta mixture was a slight improvement on the tapenade or plain ricotta mix, but alas it could not save the dish. I would never have imagined before we started this project that we would repeatedly make versions of meals that we actively dislike. That seems like a pointless activity if ever I heard one. Still, we only have 20 more recipes to go, is that not just a little insane? We have been giving next years project an occasional miniscule little thought, and so far the farthest that we have got is that the good thing about this year is that you have to eat anyway. We’re thinking something along the same lines, but a little more flexible. We’ll keep on thinking until we figure something out. We only decided to do this project on the last day of December 2006, so we have plenty of time to decided. How about “One Year Project II: The Breathing Edition”?
Other things today have sort of overshadowed the Rachael Ray project. When I dropped off our bruised and battered little girl at daycare today, I noticed that the newly-constructed stage, against which she’d fallen, had some foam taped over the edge. When I picked her up this afternoon, the entire stage area was barricaded off so that the kids couldn’t get near it. A sign was up on the wall saying that the stage was still under construction. I went over and inspected the edge of the stage, and to be honest I’m amazed that Little A’s injuries aren’t worse. There is a raw jagged edge of chipboard and laminate just at toddler falling height. Either the stage wasn’t finished, in which case the children shouldn’t have been anywhere near it, or it was finished in a horrible way and this is a severe case of shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted. Either way we’re not too happy. Obviously yesterday our only concern was Little A’s well-being, but today we are starting to get mad. This was not simply a case of her falling over or falling off something or banging into something and getting a bruise or a cut. Little A is a toddler; falling over is what she does, but this particular injury could have been avoided, or certainly lessened. It doesn’t take much thought to realise that a hard, jagged unfinished edge (at toddler tripping height no less) has no place in a daycare setting.
And so today was the day that all our wonderful glowing thoughts about Little A’s daycare situation were somewhat mitigated. In between seeing the newly added foam on the edge and wondering why the * the edge had not been covered earlier, and returning to a full scale boycott of the half of the room containing the stage, I received an email from the Director of the place. She was informing us that there would be no exception to the 3 days a week= part time care rule, that Little A could stay there and we’d pay what we’d pay, or we could remove her. In fairness, we were hoping against hope that they would allow her to attend two days a week, against their policy, but this letter was a little more unpleasant than it needed to be. It was of the yes childcare is expensive, suck it up type variety. She does hope that Little A can return if our “situation improves”. Like maybe if one, or preferably both, of us manage to retrain immediately (requiring no childcare whilst doing so, obviously) and find a career outside the arts. Or maybe we could telecommute from Europe, or something. Oh look at the pigs outside, they’re flying right past our window, up in subsidised childcare heaven. And so it looks like very soon I’ll be a full-time stay at home Mum, attempting to continue one (admittedly financially dreadful) career collaborating with L, and trying to set up an online business at the same time. How about “One Year Project II: The Will I Ever Shower Again Edition”?
Anyway, it is almost tomorrow (yes I fell asleep once more upstairs nursing my beautiful baby. But on the plus side the house is very quiet, which is nice). Tomorrow is the day of the fifth and final polenta lasagne installment. We couldn’t be more relieved to see the back of this one. Fortunately it comes just in time for me to call a halt on the “bring back pasta in our lasagne” chant and placard that I’ve been working on. At least Super Mushroom Polenta “Lasagne” is vegetarian so there will be no more horrible sausage mixture. Unfortunately the P word is still in there. Shudder.