Saturday, May 05, 2012

Further evidence that she's not a Supermum

Today, I've baked and cooked, washed laundry and the car; chauffeured SuperSpouse to Gourock (his car wouldn't start), been to the charity shop, done the ironing, and cleaned the stair-carpet.  

Alas, I commited a major faux-pas:  I cooked an inedible beef casserole.  We all ate it - hope it won't kill us.  But Himself pronounced, 'I CAN'T EAT THAT', when he realised that a hurried casserole isn't a terribly tender one.  (Believe me, dear reader, his wife's feelings were considerably less tender than the carrots!)

Note to self.  Two lessons have been learned:-
  1. Tasty casseroles take longer than 75 minutes, even fan-assisted.
  2. Don't agree to hurry up a casserole just to watch a TV repeat!
Oh, and a third lesson: The  distribution of labour needs redistribution.

Tuesday, May 01, 2012

Disorientated and confused - who is she?

Who is Pseudo Supermum?

Well, she has decided she's not any kind of Supermum, for a start.  Not even a Domestic Goddess; for it seems her baking only succeeds on weekends, but not weekdays.  Whoever heard of Melting Moments that literally FLEW off the plate on Sunday, so light and toothsome were they; and yet the double Monday batch was like a pile of hard little rock-cakes.  Unpalateable.  And then the plain, white 2 lb loaf didn't rise as far as usual, either.

While Pseudo Supermum anxiously awaited news of her book manuscript (she has a contract and has just posted the ms to the publisher), she took a day off as reward to herself.  So, is she an author, then?   Watch this space.  Meanwhile, SuperSpouse decided he felt ill, and took to his bed, sleeping a solid twelve hours to restore his equanimity.  Slightly alarmingly, he was caught practising his Effigy Pose.  All he lacked was the small dog at his feet.  We haven't got a dog.

Thankfully, Lazarus arose, unscathed, in time for his supper last night, and was restored to health this morning.