Talk About Cheesecake

Musings, meanderings and meditation for my mind.


Doompocalypse Redux – DP Challenge

I liked the title, so I stole it.

So the weekly word press challenge is to write about the three most determined changes I want to make to my life and promise sincerely to do each and every one before the world explodes into a cloud of life ending debris in three months time. (A fictional end to the world, in case you were mid heart attack. I do not have foreknowledge or a freaky ancient calendar or mystical abilities.)

I would question here whether, knowing I had three months in which to complete these determined resolutions, I would choose the same three (what is it with that number today) as I would if the world were not ending.

Let’s see – scenario 1. The world is ending in three months.

Resolution 1 – Grab the kids, kidnap the hubbie, spend every moment together doing something fun. Play.

Resolution 2 – Research new recipes, experiment with fabulous new foods, test out tastes never previously explored. Eat.

Resolution 3 – Explore, visit new places, do new activities. Experience.


Of course, realistically if the world was ending most everyone would be doing the same. Quitting work, being with their families. Shops would run out of food in days as people panicked and stockpiled. Chaos would ensue. Still, that was not the point of the challenge. I digress.


Scenario 2 – Reality. My three resolutions for this year.

Resolution 1 – Play with the kids. Spend time with them playing and concentrate more on their school work. Time with children is more important than a clean house. I will have to control my OCD.

Resolution 2 – Cook proper healthy family meals instead of rushing something last minute. Try new recipes. Get my son eating something other than peas and cereal.

Resolution 3 – Finish my course, get on with my career. Find a path.


Not so far off the mark then. World ending or not, it seems family and food are top of my priorities this year.


It’s Christmas! Part 4 – Time!

Where does December go? Just a few weeks ago it was fireworks night. Christmas was a thought, only glanced at because of the debate over who would be here for dinner on the day and some half hearted attempt at organising presents early.

By the 1st of December we had a decision on who would be attending. A week later and I had prompted the kids to write their letters to Father Christmas, so that I had some idea of what Kid 1 was expecting this year (we had lots of hints at massive lists, references to “something amazing I saw on the telly mum, you know what it was”, but nothing confirmed). I had headed off the more extravagant requests – “Mum, I’m going to ask Santa for an iPad because his elves can make me one“.

I had even started browsing online and picking up the odd little item when I was out and about. Things were under control.

And then – suddenly it’s mid way through the month, my parents are coming to stay for the weekend, it’s the only time we will see them before Christmas and I have no presents.


Of course, suddenly having a deadline and nothing arranged I did my usual brainstorm and came up with ‘the best idea ever’. Oh yes, this year I wouldn’t buy family presents. I would make them! Two days before my parents were due to arrive I decided to make presents for all of the adults in my family. All eleven of them. 

Ignoring my growing pile of work, off I popped to have a go for the first time at making sweets. Not just truffles, which look good and are actually easy to make. Of course not. I decided to have a go at fruit pastilles. I saw a recipe, it looked easy. I went for it.

2 days of mashing, pulping, straining and setting followed. I ended up with – well, slightly firmer jam.

I retreated to the fail safe of truffles.

After the parents left again I realised I had 10 days till Christmas. All the shopping to do and delivery times to take into account (I am an internet shopper, tramping about shops being indecisive makes me cross). In addition there was the groceries to arrange, costumes for children’s nativities, cakes for end of term parties, cards to post and a house to clean and decorate. Christmas just wasn’t so far away.

Kid 1 went down with a virus. Mayday!

Suddenly I couldn’t get out and about to get chores done, I had a sick child at home. I couldn’t get any work done, Kid 1 required cuddles and multiple glasses of water.

Kid 2 quickly followed.


So, here we are! It is Christmas Eve eve. I am finally catching up on my blog. Food shopping is done – online. Present shopping done – online. The ham is in the oven, the rum truffle torte is chilling in the fridge. The decorations are up, the children are feeling much better. Tonight I’ll be wrapping, tomorrow I’ll be cooking.

Yes, time just disappears at Christmas. There is always a period of panic, but in the end it all comes together.


Please, tell me it’s not just me!



(In case you were wondering, I am very behind on work. Well, something had to give! Looks like I’ll be getting up early next week!)