Monday, 26 December 2011

Tretchikoff & The Stig come to Christmas lunch

Precious memories of special moments to be cherished in my heart forever...






































...This was, without a doubt, my best Christmas ever.

I feel truly blessed.

Saturday, 24 December 2011

Merry Crimble

Tonight is Goran's first Christmas Eve at home. This time last year he was hooked up to oxygen and all sorts of monitors in an NICU incubator, weighing less than 2kg. As I sit here writing this, the delicious smell of a just-cooked 2.5kg gammon wafts through from the kitchen. The irony is not lost on me.

Tomorrow there will be seven-point-five humans here at Haus Gruben for lunch. And no, this has nothing to do with healthy eating plans based on live blood analysis. This is full-on coronary-on-a-plate, darling. I am doing the starter and the gammon, and I have asked various guests to bring the rest. As a grown-up I have learnt to master the art of delegation because, as a wise person once said, life is too short to stuff a mushroom. Our menu is as follows:

STARTER
Gaspacho-inspired cold tomato soup with a dollop of plain yoghurt, cubed cucumber, & black pepper

MAIN
Roast lamb with mint jelly
Honey-&-mustard glazed gammon decorated with cloves, apricot halves, & glacé cherries
Creamy pumpkin
Roast potatoes with gravy
Crunchy broccoli & cherry tomato salad with croutons, cashews, feta, & honey-mustard dressing

DESSERT
Red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting










Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Rockin' mah birfday suit

Yesterday, all of 10 months and a few days old, my baby boy rocked his very first birthday party. And the day before that he started to crawl properly and pull himself up onto the furniture to cruise completely unaided.


Apart from some nasty teething pain these past couple of weeks (he now has six pearly whites), he's still a very easy-going and affectionate kid who loves hooning about in his walking ring, splashing around in the pool with his dad, taking bubble baths with his mom, quietly chilling with the Staffies whilst watching CBeebiesnodding off to sleep in his car seat, and being taken for long scenic walks in his pram.


In retrospect, year #1 of motherhood has been a hell of an adjustment for me (the lack of uninterrupted sleep and time needed to read anything more substantial than fluffy lifestyle magazines being the biggest shock to my system), but now that we're well into the swing of things and I have a better grasp of what is actually expected of me, I reckon my boys and I are going to own year #2. Onwards and upwards, baby!



Last week I did a trial run for the cake, and although it turned out okay, it's just been too bloody hot these past few days to be stuck in the kitchen baking another one. So I bought a trio of cakes from Woolies (a double chocolate mousse cake, a white chocolate and cranberry cake, and a top iced fruit cake) and decorated them a bit.
















With his mate Seb, buddies since inside the tummies







Parading around the house in his birthday suit, the morning after the night before