I thought I'd better post these photos from Valentine's Day before February ends. I had grand plans of putting up Valentine decorations all over the house, but in the end, I just made these Valentine thingies. I don't quite know what to call them as I followed a recipe for biscuits but the dough turned out so sticky that I couldn't roll it at all. I had to bake it as a cake then just cut out the heart shapes afterwards.
Sofia called them cakes (although the word came out as 'takes') though so I guess they were just that. Except that they weren't as soft and moist as normal cakes. I bought a few vials of Sugarcraft dusting colours on impulse while I was in town one day and used two of them (peach and blue) to colour the icing on the cakes.
These two biscuits take the prize for being the most 'Valentiney' things in our home. They were baked and iced by Sofia while she was at the childminders'. I have to admit, though, that they were so frighteningly red none of us dared eat them.
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
The problem with some atrociously written songs is that they're so catchy they get stuck in your head for years. And years. You might even find yourself singing them unexpectedly, out of the shower, and in front of your cool friends. Before you know it, your reputation as a connoisseur of good music is shot. Ugh.
Tuesday, 10 February 2009
Some of these candles almost didn't get decorated, as the children were so busy playing in the snow in our back garden. Who can blame them? They hadn't seen this much snow before. Neither had the rest of the country in eighteen years.
They eventually came in from the cold, and after a nice hot bubble bath, got down to the business of getting the candles ready for our Candlemas celebration. We melted wax crayons, which they quickly dabbed on to the candles with wooden skewers and watercolour brushes.
We switched off all the lights and lit the candles at dinnertime. Sofia couldn't resist trying to blow the candles out after every mouthful of her dinner, but the candlelight put everyone in a good, almost-contemplative (it's hard to tell if this was true with Sofia) mood. It was cold and snowy outside, but warm inside our home. Just as it should be.