If you are regular and observant, you may have noticed I didn’t post yesterday. Except for a new frockwatch. This is because it was a public holiday in NSW, SA and ACT and I was trying, TRYING to stay away from the computer because this website, she’s a hungry, demanding, voracious little thing and I needed a break. Much as I love her, she is always demanding to be fed.
Fortunately, Mamamia does not require actual food because if she did, I would be screwed. Words? Images? HTML code? That I can do. That’s the EASY stuff for me. Food? Not so much.
It’s hard enough feeding my children and myself and if you read my column in the Sunday papers a couple of days ago, you will understand. Before I post it, I wanted to share with you a little installment from My Life In The Kitchen that occurred yesterday.
Husband had made the kids cheese on toast as a snack. Son had made some potato wedges. Small Children were still hungry so Jason asked me to take the remaining piece of toast from the toaster, whack some butter on it, put a piece of sliced cheese (already sliced thanks to Mr Kraft and sitting in the package on the kitchen bench) on top and whack it under the grill – already on.
It wasn’t that hard. Except it was.
First, I put the cheese on toast in a baking dish I found that was lined with baking paper because I assumed that’s what had been used before (WRONG – it had been used to bake the wedges, the toast was just meant to sit directly on the oven shelf). Then I put it on the high shelf, directly under the griller and promptly set fire to the baking paper.