This morning we decided to divide and conquer; L took Little A to the zoo while I took Baby N to the doctor for her 2 month check-up. 4 injections and a few tears later (only the baby this time, for I am now apparently a hardened parent, unlike when Little A was but a baby) we were on our way. After an exciting trip to a newly opened branch of Trader Joe’s, followed by a trip to Target for everything I couldn’t find on our first stop, followed by a third and final visit to our local grocery store for a jar of mincemeat, we were good to go.
Last week we had talked with friends about Christmas food, and L and I had raved about the fabulousness that is the mince pie. This seemed to be a mystery to our American friends, so I thought I’d make some for their Christmas party. In the couple of hours I had between returning from my epic shopping experience and leaving for the party, I made some of Nigella Lawson’s frangipane mince pies [recipe], which are utterly fantastic. Little A woke up a little way into the cooking experience, so she “helped”. A lot. At least cooking with a toddler helps you get over any perfectionist tendencies you may harbour. We then got the girls ready in dresses, which is a novelty unto itself. I swore I’d never torture my children by making them wear tights, but Little A at least seems to love them. Baby N is probably too little to have an opinion either way. I am really not a girly girl at all, and very rarely wear skirts or dresses, and Little A is very rarely to be found not wearing jeans. Of course she loves wearing dresses and was very excited about the whole event, especially when she realised that her baby sister was wearing a dress too. It’s the little things. So Little A had on her dress and pink tights, and her big brown suede boots. The apple does not fall far from the tree.
The party was a lot of fun and Little A was on top form. The baby mainly slept on my shoulder, waking up sporadically to scream. The injections have really knocked her out of sorts. I did nurse her once which was interesting given what I was wearing. I decided to wear a wrap dress that is a little too small for me right now, because I didn’t have anything clean, never mind smart, to wear. Plus I didn’t want to be left out on the dress action. To feed the baby I had to unwrap the entire dress. Of course I was wearing jeans and a tank top underneath, but still I must have been some sight. At least it was a relaxed gathering. I wouldn’t want to unwrap at a formal occasion. Anyway, party= very good. Leaving the party= very very very baaaad for a certain toddler of ours. Out of the handful of kids there she was the first to have a complete and utter meltdown. She set the bar pretty high in both the flailing around and the wailing/ screaching categories; I hope the other kids can compete.
So after getting our own personal scream balloon to bed, I made Pork, Chipotle, and Bean Burritos. This recipe is identical to what we made yesterday, but substituting pork for the ground turkey and chipotle salsa for the tomatillo salsa. The salsa was stronger today, so the whole meal had a bit more of a kick to it, but other than that, there was not much to choose between the two meals. Both are fine, neither are wildly exciting. Tomorrow we will be venturing into the world of fish and chips, which is a world dear to my heart. We’ll be having Crispy Horseradish-Battered Fried Fish with Watercress-Cucumber Tartar Sauce. It seems to involve a box of pancake mix which is always good for a laugh.