Pineapple Oat Slice

 

 

Some people have been blessed with a ‘sweet tooth’, that sounds so dainty and ladylike. I on the other hand have been blessed with a full set of sweet chompers. I’m never ever going to go on that I quit sugar diet, not because I don’t think it’s a great idea, just because I doubt I’d have the discipline to make it past second breakfast. 

That said, I do understand that eating a block a day, is probably as healthy as smoking a pack a day and I do try and cut down where I can. 

I got home pretty quickly from hospital after having my second baby, and woke up the next morning wanting to pay Willy Wonka a visit. I swear if I’d have stepped one foot in a chocolate factory there’d have been not much left.

But instead I made this slice. It’s so sweet and scrummy and delicious, and there’s no refined sugar. 

I found this recipe a couple of years ago when I bought a weightloss book by the Ninja Trainer from The Biggest Loser (remember her?). It’s possibly why she never returned to the show. Ain’t nobody gonna lose weight from this treat.

 I’m mostly posting this for my own benefit, because I can never find the photocopy of the page from my book (that’s in storage). 

 It’s delicious. 

 

31. PIneapple Oat Slice

Pineapple Oat Slice 

Ingredients

240g ( 1 2/3 cups) mixed dried fruit (for example apricots, figs, pears, peaches and apples) roughly chopped

150 (1 cup) sultanas

440g can crushed pinapple in natural juice

150g butter

1 teaspoon of mixed spice

1/2 teaspoon ground ginger

1/2 teaspoon cinnamon

2 eggs

100g (2/3 cup) self raising flour

150g (1 1/2 cups) rolled oats

 

Method

Preheat oven to 170°

Grease and line a 20 x 30cm lamington tin

Place the dried fruit, pinapple and juice, butter and spices in a large saucepan over a low heat until the butter melts, allow to cool.

Add the eggs to the cooled fruit mixture and stir well. Add the flour and oats and mix until combined. 

Spoon the mixture into the tin

Bake in the preheated oven for 20mins, or until cooked.  

Allow to cool and cut into squares or fingers.

Try not to eat it all in one sitting. 

twenty one/365: Rules are Made to be Broken

  • Swaddle them
  • Make sure they fall asleep in the same place that they’ll wake up
  • Let them self settle without you and without the use of any sleeping aides. 
 
I’m currently breaking all of the aforementioned ‘rules’ that nearly every parenting book suggests when getting a baby to sleep. Call me a renegade, see if I care. 
 
I took this photo before I had to get up and get my computer to type this. 

21. Sleep rules

Mila is wedged between my laptop, (which is only just resting on my knees – I’ll probably drop it at some point during this post), and my armpit – goodness knows how she’s getting any sleep, maybe she’s got a blocked nose. 
 
I can understand the benefit of all of those things, and I honestly did follow them (for the most part) first time round. But if I put her upstairs with her sister, who is mid-nap herself, she’s just gonna cry and wake her up. So I’m cutting my losses and rebelling against… not really sure who. 
 
Just dropped my laptop. 
 

twenty/365: I’VE DONE A POO! FIX IT!

“It’s ok she just ate the decorations”

 

That was an actual message I sent to my husband fifteen minutes ago. I was on the phone and I looked up to hear every parents worst nightmare (yet perhaps dream at dinner time); ‘Delicious’

 

I didn’t give her anything to eat recently, (it was lunchtime don’t panic), and she surrendered her snack as I moved in to investigate. 

 

Her Granny had just sent a parcel of clothes and accessories, which she was now munching on.  

 

I really don’t know why toddlers do the things they do, like chew on headbands, or climb up on to the tv cabinet and tables, or kiss their reflection in public glass, or yell ‘I’VE DONE A POO! FIX IT!’ in the middle of a packed Myer one day sale; when indeed her nappy was actually clean – They say they imitate their parents, and I don’t remember the last time I did any of those things… must be her father. 

 20. Fix it.

The Bliss Ball Spectacular

It is entirely possible that I am the very last person on earth to jump on this bandwagon. But! I have possibly found the solution to my dastardly chocolate addiction. My friend popped over the other day with a gladbag full of treats that she had lovingly made me and inside them were something called Bliss Balls.  

I’m now a firm believer in them and may have transfered addictions. And this way I don’t feel so guilty. Here’s the recipe. Also, there were a lot more in the bowl before I took the photo… Oops.  

 

Raw Cacao Bliss Balls

Ingredients:

150g Nuts
150g Pitted Dates
45g Coconut Oil
35g raw Cacao Powder
40g Desicated Coconut
1 tblspn Chia Seeds

 

Method

 1. Blitz nuts for 20 seconds on High in a food processor

 2. Place all other ingredients together into processor and blend on high for 20 seconds,

 3. Roll into balls and coat in desiccated coconut

 
Scrumdiddly, I ate so much of the mixture before rolling them. What a relief to not have to wait until Christmas for choclolate balls. 

The Bliss Ball Spectacular

It is entirely possible that I am the very last person on earth to jump on this bandwagon. But! I have possibly found the solution to my dastardly chocolate addiction. My friend popped over the other day with a gladbag full of treats that she had lovingly made me and inside them were something called Bliss Balls.  

I’m now a firm believer in them and may have transfered addictions. And this way I don’t feel so guilty. Here’s the recipe. Also, there were a lot more in the bowl before I took the photo… Oops.  

 

Raw Cacao Bliss Balls

Ingredients:

150g Nuts
150g Pitted Dates
45g Coconut Oil
35g raw Cacao Powder
40g Desicated Coconut
1 tblspn Chia Seeds

 

Method

 1. Blitz nuts for 20 seconds on High in a food processor

 2. Place all other ingredients together into processor and blend on high for 20 seconds,

 3. Roll into balls and coat in desiccated coconut

 
Scrumdiddly, I ate so much of the mixture before rolling them. What a relief to not have to wait until Christmas for choclolate balls. 

TGIF

n all seriousness TGIF. I know there are a whole mountain of sarcastic memes out there with captions like ‘TGIF – said no mum ever’, but I promise I’m not being sarcastic.

Every Friday morning we go to the library and Indi sings songs with two lovely ladies (and sometimes a man with a fiddle) who are happy to stand in front of fifty kids and their parents and look like fools while singing ‘Skinamarinky Dinky Dink’; it marks the end of the week. And just like when I was in Primary School and marked each Friday with a jam and cream bun from the tuckshop, it is my reminder that once again I made it through another week.

You know when you’re reading a book, (a particularly hard book to read but it does have it’s amazingly beautiful moments so you want to keep going?), and as you’re approaching the end of a chapter you get that overwhelming sense of relief? Friday is my end of chapter.

The kids are alive, and even though there isn’t a clean dish in sight – except for the dishwasher that’s been finished since yesterday and yet to be unpacked, we made it. It’s Friday and tomorrow is Saturday, and their daddy is home and he can take turns with the seemingly constant nappy changing and tantrum negotiations.

Leaving the library I was smiling to myself about how I’m nearly there, it’s nearly the weekend, when some sweet naive P-plater decided to follow me to my car. Maybe she didn’t see the second baby hiding in the bottom seat of the pram, or maybe she’s never watched a mum with kids try and load her overloaded packhorse-pram into a car. But once I reached my car she indicated and I turned around to see her smiling like she’d hit the carpark jackpot.

It takes me a good eight minutes to get in the car, once I’ve got my toddler in to her seat and explained why she has to put her arms in the seatbelts, and then put them back in once she unweaves them, and then repeat this about ten times while she screams, I’ve got to get the baby in, getting a baby on a freezing cold day into a carseat that doesn’t allow room for extra padding means fully unwrapping, waking them up because now they’re cold, attempting to soothe them and then re-warm them, and then weave the toddlers arms back into those seatbelts. Then there’s my books from the library, (sorry to everyone who was trying to read quietly while I raced through the aisles with Indi yelling ‘THE LIBRARY SHH’ on the top of her lungs), the nappy bag, the blankets, the toys that were apparently essential to bring and the pram.

The blessed pram. I hate my current pram, mostly because everytime I try and put it up or down I look like I’m having a wrestling match with in inanimate object, whilst trying to hold my pants up, and often slamming my finger in the side. I turned around and she was still indicating.

TGIF because it’s the end of the week and tomorrow there’s two of us parents at home, two on two. The playing field is even once again.

TGIF