Talk About Cheesecake

Musings, meanderings and meditation for my mind.


Cheesecake sandwiches and zombies

Weekends can be pretty samey round here. Family life is not about partying every weekend, spontaneous weekend getaways and daredevil extreme sports.

Well – I am sure some people do sign up to that and manage to fit it in with picking dirty pants up off the floor and baking 24 cupcakes ready for the school fundraiser. But the majority of us mums just about cope with keeping the house ticking over and the kids growing.

However this weekend was one of new experiences for me, which I thought I would share.

My great mate B came to stay for the weekend. We went through school together from the age of 11, and there is not a lot that can bring two girls closer than enforced sisterhood in boarding school. We bond to survive!

This lady saw me through my first period, acne, blubbering over boys and dealing with the evil witch who was our ‘surrogate mother’ whilst holding us in her merciless care throughout our school years. No matter what, I know she has my back even now. If there was a body to bury, we would do it together. Probably whilst drunk.

So when we get together there is often a mutual sharing fest of wine, memories, laughs, even some sadness maybe.

This weekend B arrived with some chocolate wine. Not something I have tried before – a new experience. We had already arranged to try out an experiment we saw on that font of knowledge known as Facebook – skittle vodka. Basically this involves taking all the red skittles and leaving them to disintegrate in vodka, doing the same with the purple skittles, yellow skittles and so on.

Prepare the skittle vodka, leave for a few hours to dissolve. Drink.

Prepare the skittle vodka, leave for a few hours to dissolve. Drink.

Having prepared our experiment, purely in the name of research you understand, we went shopping for some more new experiences to try.

We found  . . .  chocolate Philadelphia, traditional Mead and mulled cider.

B introduced me to fresh baked bread dipped in melted  Camembert. I introduced her to Philadelphia and Lemon Cheese sandwiches (cheesecake in bread – mmmm).

If you are now sensing a theme for our weekend, it was not all about food and drink you know. Just wait for the ending!

Chocolate wine, traditional Mead, mulled cider and chocolate Philadelphia.

Chocolate wine, traditional Mead, mulled cider and chocolate Philadelphia.

I invented these when I was a child and have loved them ever since. Philadelphia and Lemon Cheese sandwiches. Yummy

I invented these when I was a child and have loved them ever since. Philadelphia and Lemon Cheese sandwiches. Yummy

The outcome – Skittle vodka with lemonade tastes just like, well, skittles. Marks out of 10 – 8. We concluded we need more skittles per inch of vodka. But worth trying again.

Chocolate wine. Conclusion – two items that should never be mixed. Marks out of 10 – 3. It’s drinkable, but if there is skittle vodka around I would choose that anytime.

Traditional Mead – wow. It’s like drinking pure honey. As in, it is so incredible sweet it could melt your teeth as you drank it. Marks out of 10 – 2. I am sure it is drinkable, but even my sweet tooth was wincing.

Unfortunately we did not get around to the mulled cider and we were undecided on the chocolate Philli. I know now that I do not like Camembert, however I have succeeded in converting another friend round to my cheesecake in a sandwich fetish.

I know what you are thinking. You are clearly now of the opinion that we are just about the most suave and sophisticated pair of young women you have ever heard of. Hey – don’t knock it!

So after our experimenting on a Saturday night, we then woke on Sunday bright and early for the next new experience.

We dressed in our best. As in – ripped jeans, dirty T-shirts, holey jumpers and grubby trainers.

And off we went to be zombies for the day.

Yep – on Sunday I tried out being an extra in a movie. Get me!

Well, in the internet trailer for the movie anyway. What a fabulous way to spend a Sunday, covered in blood and gore. Here is a quick picture preview – once the link is ready I will post it. Guess which one is me!

Zombie trailer coming soon. PIcture courtesy of Wasteland Feature Film

Zombie trailer coming soon. PIcture courtesy of Wasteland Feature Film

So I guess today is about trying out new experiences. There is so much out there to try. It doesn’t have to be huge, it doesn’t have to be expensive. Being an extra was unpaid, free fun. The only charge, a little time.

Tell me about a new experience you have had recently – share it, I might just want to try it too.

And if you do nothing else this week, try a cheesecake sandwich. Trust me, you will thank me for it.

This post was brought to you as part of Project Optimism. To find out more, click on that cute little elephant over there on the right or try out the post here 


Authors Against Bullying – the story of a terrified mother

I do not consider myself to be an author. But I saw the tweets for #AuthorsAgainstBullying and wanted to do something – however little my contribution is.

Every post I have read so far (and I have plenty more to read) are written from the point of someone who has suffered from bullying. I am shocked and horrified by the numbers of people, adults and children, who have been victimised at school. I have been reduced to tears by the accounts of those who were reduced to feeling so worthless and unloved that they could hurt themselves.

I cannot write this from the same personal level of understanding. I don’t believe I have been bullied. I write this as a terrified mother.

I went to boarding school. Living in a room full of girls exposes you to just about all the bitchiness, sarcasm, ganging up and nastiness that only girls can manage. The majority of those girls had parents in the Armed Forces or were otherwise very rich. My parents, on the other hand, worked their backsides off and went without luxuries to keep me there. I recall, within the first weeks of being there age 11, an after lights out conversation where I was told ‘Our dads save the country. What does you do?’ It was made clear to me I was inferior.

However, the focus of the bitchiness regularly moved on. There were 3 main instigators in our dormitory, but no one of the rest of us was singled out all the time. I think we all suffered from living in close proximity of other girls.

I never felt bullied. I did take with me certain issues when I left school. I preferred the company of one or two close friends than moving in a herd of girls. I felt inadequate, unfeminine and ugly. I wore sloppy jumpers and jeans and generally did what I could to avoid the notice of the alpha girls. But I don’t feel that I was bullied. Just cautious of the female of the species.

So this brings us to my fears now as a mother. I know how nasty kids can be, girls and boys. And that is just in general, as a group. I know how they can destroy your confidence and how you can end up crying yourself to sleep at night. I cannot imagine how much worse it would be to be individually singled out and victimised systematically.

My daughter is 6 and in her 3rd year of primary school. She has come home once in tears because her friends were mean to her. Collecting her from school and having her breakdown as soon as we reached the car was heartbreaking. I was furious that someone could make my child cry but also petrified that I didn’t know how to handle it and how to help her. As it turned out, I reacted by storming back into the school and demanding an explanation from the teacher as to what had happened and why they hadn’t seen it.

What worries me though, is how to help prepare her for secondary school, when the class sizes are so much larger, the potential for bitchiness so much more and when I can’t go storming into the school to fight her corner. How do I teach her to react to bullying? Should she ignore it? Report it? Shout back? Punch them in the nose, as my dad would say?

I don’t have a solution yet. But if anyone knows of a good one, please share it!


There is more information about Authors Against Bullying here!