In the words of Baby Bud, “Aaaaaah’ve had a fabby dayyyyyy!” Well, I was on a roll after braving the beach with the 3 minxes on my own on Tuesday, so today I upgraded in difficulty: 3 hours on the same beach with 3 minxes, not such great weather, another little girl and her mummy.
As expected, it took me 3 hours beforehand to get ready, but that was mostly because I was on a mission to use up some leftovers and make Cornish pasties (ok, ok, I’ll come clean – I ran out of bread for sandwiches). Except they were probably Kiwi Pasties, because they were full of lamb and sweet potato. Actually, here’s a quick recipe before I forget, because they were pretty yum:
Kiwi Pasties Ingredients
*200g shortcrust pastry (made with 200g plain flour, 60g salted butter, 40g lard)
*leftover lamb from last night’s leg roast
*leftover mashed sweet potatoes from dinner 2 nights ago (boiled sweet potatoes mashed with salty butter and a good shake of cinnamon)
Roll the pastry into 6 shapes roughly circle-ish. Mix the lamb and mashed sweet potato together, then dollop it onto the circles. Brush the edges with milk, then join (do whatever shaping takes your fancy). Brush with more milk and stab in the side to let the steam out. Bake at 220degC for 20 mins then 180degC for 35 mins.
They went down a treat, but would be even better with chopped onion and gravy, I think. What a shame, I’ll just need to try that recipe out this weekend, then…!
I digress. So, I loaded the car boot with pasties, boiled eggs (decorated again by minxes, which kept them occupied for 15 mins while I got stuff together), cake, apples, juice cartons, cheese sticks, pepper fingers, big flask of coffee for me (it was a rough night…) and a ton of spare clothes, and off we went for an 1130hrs rendezvous.
We had a hoot! Loads of beach-combing (I spotted oyster shells larger than my palm – I was more excited than the kids!), being flown over rather low by a Hercules, bubble-blowing (I’m proud of that – I brought a bottle of bubbles along as a distraction tactic for when I needed the kids to stay in one place while I did Mummy-guff), lunch-munching and general puddle splashing.
Why the praise for the bottle of antibac in the top picture, though? Well, the minxes were true to form and all 3 poo-ed within the space of 10 minutes: one in a nappy, one in a portaloo (it nearly blocked the chemical toilet – I did a muscle in pumping the flush) and one in a hastily dug latrine. With a toy spade. Being a complete dog poo Nazi, you can imagine how deep I dug that hole and how well I filled in and stamped on it.
The 3 eldest girls had lots more fun at the playground while the youngest one yelled and squealed at them (through the goo of her eye infections – they had gotten so much better so I’d not gone to the docs, but today was a set-back. If no better tomorrow, I’ll battle the vaguaries of the appointment system and get her checked out, even though she seems ok herself).
To top off their day, it was a ballet day, so I plonked the minxes in the car and drove half the beach to the class. 4 wet wipes and a hair brush and they almost looked human (ballerina-like they were not).
Was today a success, then? I have a wind-burn glow, Midi Minx was so worn out she fell asleep in her dinner and Maxi Minx declared it ‘My Best Day Ever. Ever. Really’ before wolfing her pasta bolognaise as fast as her sisters. I’m very proud: eat well, play well, sleep well – just what I want for my growing kids. And dealing with their synchro-poos without disaster (yet) has made me confident enough to start properly resuming my former outdoor life, so time to venture further afield next week – yippee!!