Blogging has eaten into my family time,
which means I have less time,
for motherly at home things,
such as cleaning up,
cooking and baking.
Recently I decided to try to address this.
I contacted a domestic goddess friend of mine.
She is the mother,
my children wish they had.
She looks fantastic.
Her house is always,
the perfect blend of homely yet tidy.
But above all she is,
the most fabulous cook.
“Please help, I implored,
I am looking for a recipe for chocolate brownies”.
In no time at all,
she had appeared at my door,
armed with what she told me,
was a “fool proof” recipe.
We set to work,
measuring and beating,
following that “simple” recipe to a T.
At last we were finished.
The oven was shut,
and we sat smiling,
in our bomb blitzed kitchen.
The minutes ticked by,
and the excitement grew.
I boiled the kettle,
in eager anticipation of warm brownies.
At last, time up.
I called my two apprentice chefs,
and we eagerly opened the oven door.
The delicious smell filling the kitchen.
It was then we saw it.
The flat, burnt at the edges,
nothing at all like brownies,
creation we had baked.
Our hearts sank.
My friends words were going round my head in a loop.
“Foolproof. Foolproof. Foolproof”.
I stared at the flat,
semi burned creation on the tray,
I then looked at my two girls.
“Oh dear”, I said pathetically.
My older child began to laugh hysterically.
As she repeated between convulsions,
“You said it was foolproof!”.
My youngest could not hide her disappointment,
“Can we just cut off the burned bits?”.
No gooey centre.
Just mega crispy crunches.
We ate our brownies,
in silence, accompanied by,
a large dollop of disappointment!
Later that night,
my friend the domestic godless texted me,
“How wuz brownies?”.
I replied with a text,
“All good. Out of oven two hours.
How long before they rise?”.
She is still laughing weeks later.
But in our defence,
I think we got the wrong recipe.
She gave us a “fool” proof recipe.
We passed the test.
It is obvious, we are no fools.
I will await the clever cooks recipe.