Family Chicken Pie

1 BBQ chicken,  PASTRY 2 cups SR Flour, 125g butter, chopped, 1 egg, 2-3 tablespoons water,  FILLING 30g butter, 1 medium onion, 1 can of cream of chicken soup, 1 tbsp milk or cream.

1.  Remove meat from chicken bones.  Shred meat finely.

2.  Process flour and butter in food processor until fine and crumbly.  Add egg and almost all the liquid, process until mixture just comes together.  Turn onto a lightly floured surface, Knead until smooth.  Cover with plastic, wrap, refrigerate for 20 mins.

3.  Preheat oven to moderate 180oC.  Heat butter in pan, add onion.  Cook for 3 mins.  Add chicken, soup, and cream.  Bring to boil, reduce heat, simmer for 10 minutes.  Remove from heat, cool slightly.

4.  Divide pastry in two.  Roll half pasty between two sheets of plastic wrap, large enough to cover base and sides of 23cm pie dish.  Spoon chicken mixture into a pastry-lined dish.

5.  Roll out remaining pastry large enough to cover top of pie.  trim edges with sharp knife.  Roll remaining pastry into two long ropes, twist together.  Brush pie with a little milk.  Place pastry rope around rim of pie.  Bake 45mins.

ALTERNATIVES:  add whatever veges you want.

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Dear God ……. complaint

Dear God,

I just want to say that I have been using your product for just over 40 years, and while I have experienced a few genetically inspired technical difficulties, on the whole I have been happy with the condition and performance of my body. Obviously, I would have been happier with a slightly more productive replication system (ie having kids), but since I didn’t get a choice on models, I have to be happy with what I have.

I do however, wish to complain about the lack of quality control and astonishing level of design inconsistency in the product. After intense questioning and research (no it was not gossiping on work time …. it was research), it has become apparent to me that there are vast variants in the performance of the female body. As an example, I would like to call your attention to the fat retention system.

I would like to know how hard it could be to design a body that gains weight in a predictable manner, and loses said weight in the same predictable manner? But no ….. we women are stuck on the russian roulette of weight loss. If I hear one more woman tell me that she “just gave up latte’s” …. and lost a dress size in a week ….. I may possibly put this massive arse of mine to more lethal use. If I gave up latte’s …. all I would lose is the ability to think coherently due to caffiene withdrawal. It seems to me, that all bodies should require the same amount of denial and self limitation, in order to lose weight. Making it mega easy for some, and virtually impossible for others …….. is just plain mean. The same goes for the replication system (ie baby making), and the emotion management system. Giving just some of us the human equivalent of a Leyland P76 ……. is cruel and unusual punishment.

Your loving daughter …… datcat.

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New regime …. time for tough parenting

So tonight at the table, I waited until the plates had been cleared, and then I made it quite clear that I am over the inherent laziness that permeates my children.

Rather than punishing, removing computers/tv/Wii ….. I tried a new tactic.

From today, all regular jobs must be done, when they are supposed to be done, without me nagging, and without the kids attempting to do them when I am in the offending room (ie emptying dishwasher when I am cooking dinner … a favourite game with miss 16).   Furthermore, if I have to ask anyone to do their regular chore, it will be accompanied with an additional job, and each and every time there will be another job added.

Mr10 accepted this new regime fine, but miss16 is quaking.  She is the one that has be steadily shirking all of her normal tasks, with the “too busy” or “too tired” excuse …. but I am not taking it at the moment.

I will update on the outcome.

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an uncertain time of year

I always feel this way every year.  You think I would have resolved it at 40 years of age, but yet I still struggle with knowing what the right thing to do is.

Tomorrow is Father’s Day, and the usual routine is to call the significant male parent and wish him Happy Father’s Day.  But I haven’t done that for years.  He was a neglectful and emotionally abusive parent, he used my brother and myself as emotional weapons in his fights with our mother, he does his best to “outdo” mum even now after over 20 years divorced, and he is driving my sister batty with thoughtless, selfish behaviour.

But ….. my mother was no angel either.   I still ring her for Mother’s Day.

How can I justify punishing one but not the other?  If I did call, would he think his current behaviour is approved?  If I don’t, am I being one eyed and selfish.   Considering how angry my sister is with him, if I call I may be the only one that does.

I know that its a special skill of mine, to overthink and overworry things …. but its the way I am.  Every time we have a significant event like this, I suffer the same agony of decision.    I wish I had answers but I don’t.

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All by myself

I just commented to hubby about something, and I realised that its somethign that is bugging me big time.

Hubby went off to the hairdressers with mr10 this morning, leaving me at home with miss16. Of course the first thing I did was put on a CD nice and loud. However, miss16 obviously felt that with her brother and father out of the way, it was a prime time to ask me questions, and pester me with lots of chat.

With me in full time work, and transporting my son to and from work along with me, I never get “alone” time. I adore loud music, but mr10 hates it, and miss16 seems to think loud music is the cue to try and start a conversation with me. Its the one thing I really resent about working full time ….. hubby gets his bike rides, the kids have their own amusements ….. but I don’t get time when I am left alone at home, to do sewing and housework, accompanied by Evanescence blaring at level 15.

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Sewing plans for Xmas

Yes people, the year is winding down, and soon Xmas will be upon us.   I thought I would document what I plan to make.  With 4 teachers at work pregnant, I will be doing some baby sewing for the end of the year.  As a result, I will have to scale back the other craft.  So here is my plans:

For pregnant teachers:

2 PUL pocket cloth nappies
4 flannel prefold nappies

or

2 pair of disposable nappy covers
1 nappy and wipes pouch (matching to burp cloths)

2 shoulder burp cloths
1 muslin wrap, edges bound

for my workmates, my boss and for Nathan’s teacher:

1 pretty glass xmas decoration
choccies
contained in a homemade gift bag

for the nieces/nephews:

$20 gift card
lollies
contained in homemade gift bag

Siblings and partners:

Not sure about this, thinking perhaps cookbooks.

In-laws

Tony’s parents are doing the grey nomad thing ….. maybe towels? or some clever camping thing
My parents are easy to please,  …. but I haven’t thought of much yet. 

In response to the “shocking” waste of paper every year, I have decided to invest in some cute xmas fabric, and make gift bags to hold all the pressies this year.  Not sure yet if I will have a single theme, or choose lots of different patterns for a vibrant effect. 

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I survived …. but only just.

After a long night of deep (and thankfully unbroken) sleep, I am alert enough to post about my trip away.

For those who didn’t know, my sister had a baby about 2 weeks ago, and I went up for a week to help her out.

When I arrived, I was shocked at how tired and unwell she looked. I understand that 26 hours of labour followed by a c-section is draining, but she looked absolutely shattered, and she was literally a grey colour.

So ….. I have spent the week cooking, cleaning, washing and folding, plus reassuring my sister that mr2 weeks is perfectly normal and not a devil child. Tongue poking out :P It took us almost a week to train mr2 weeks out of screaming for 2 hours solid at 2 am, and when I left he had transferred his “awake” time to mid morning, which was much easier to manage. We discovered he prefers to sleep in pitch dark, and doesn’t like being rocked or patted. And he’s a guts, and will happily overfill himself if you feed him too early …. resulting in major tummy aches and back to 2 am screaming. He also bites really well ….. but he loves looking at your eyes and hair, and smiles.

After a week of waking at midnight ….. every night, I am shattered. I have had plenty of sleep, but I am still very tired. But, I think I was a help ….. which is good.

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Another gem from the mini Tony

While a lot of the time my boy reminds me of my brother, there are other times he is the living embodiment of his father.

Nathan has the after effects of a cold, with mega nasal congestion.  Because, as a mother, sniffing is a mortal sin …… I inflict a saline nasal spray on him in the morning, which he has to follow with a good blow.  This one morning, he was faffing about, just blowing his nose softly, and I said “For goodness sake just take a deep breath and blow, its not rocket science!”

What followed sounded for all the world like he had emptied his skull …… and then he said “Now THAT was rocket science”.    (LOL)

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Dad can be clueless, and a utter sod ….. all at the same time.

Dad, is a bit put out right now.

When sis lived in NT, he had the granddaughter all to himself, and our mum got phone calls and the rare occasional visit. (Just because of distance and money constraints).

Now my sis is in Queensland, an hour’s drive from mum, and 2 hours drive from dad. As a result, the granddaughter is spending more time with her grandmother and great grandparents. As a result my dad has his nose seriously out of joint.

Sis is 37 weeks pregnant, and has arranged for mum to be on hand to look after granddaughter when sis goes into labour. Dad is doing his darndest to hijack that plan … including booking his car to be serviced on her due date, and expecting to come stay for the weekend, and then announcing that he will be taking granddaughter to Brisbane for that weekend.

My sis, as you would expect …… is having none of that. And so he is winding her up more and more.

My poor sis, she already has blood pressure problems, and the pregnancy is wearing her down, and being close to term, she is emotional and fragile. And I am a long way away, and not able to help that much.

if he keeps his rot up though ….. he will get another seriously severe phone call from me ….. and it won’t be a happy one.

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Movie Classifications

I am starting to wonder if I am old fashioned and out of date.  To me, if a movie is classified M15+, then that is a movie that you do not send a child to see.  Miss16 of course is pretty much old enough to watch M rated movies, but I still feel a responsibility to monitor mr10’s viewing.  Depending on the subject matter, Tony and I will view an M movie at home, and decide on our own, if its suitable for Mr10 to see.    But a discussion today online made me wonder.  I was ridiculed, because I felt that it was inappropriate for a 6 yr old to see Transformers 2 or Resident Evil.  “My children are well adjusted … it does them no harm”.  How can you know this when they aren’t grown up yet?  They aren’t teenagers full of hormones,  with an ability to aim a gun honed by years of playing violent games, and desensitised by adult rated violence viewed when they were children?

Adult games and movies have their place …..  when viewed by adults.  Why tempt fate by allowing children to see adult material.  Why abrogate our responsibility?

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