Good thing I fished out the manduca carrier before leaving home. I was surprised that, even though towards the end she told me she seemed restless, she concluded that she enjoyed it and wanted to go for more.
Towards the end she told me she was tired and wanted to sleep on her “own bed, not on mama.” Yar, right, before I walked 50 metres with the carrier she was sound asleep.
Oh and she’s getting quite adamant that “I’m not a baby”. Said that to 2 waitresses who called her baby.
I bought a cuisinart ice cream maker from the US along with a voltage transformer. Guess what, the first time I used it I broke the paddle and cover, and the second time I blew the fuse. Yep, its gone, the internal bits are all melted. The good thing is that the first time I made delicious strawberry ice cream that was a little too watery for the daddy’s taste but nevertheless delicious. The second time I made divine chocolate gelato. Both times churning by hand so it was a tremendous effort and it felt like great recipes should be shared. The best thing is that the ingredients are things we almost always have in our fridge.
Chocolate Gelato Recipe
2 cups whole milk
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup cocoa powder
2 tablespoons cornstarch
1/2 teaspoon espresso powder
Bring 1 cup milk to a boil and take off heat.
Pour milk into mixture of dry ingredients and stir constantly.
Let mixture cool and add remaining cup of milk.
Churn in ice cream maker.
Gelato’s ready and the best thing is its ready to eat immediately unlike homemade ice cream which needs to be frozen for another couple of hours.
Enjoy!
I was just talking about wakeboarding with my colleague and lo and behold, I see this on a friend’s facebook page:
http://elitedaily.com/news/world/this-7-month-old-waterskiing-baby-is-beyond-epic-video/
Guess who’e joining me on my next wakeboard trip – not!
Department stores are her favourite places, but not for the toys, at least not in the traditional sense of the word.
Halfway enroute to Dulles international airport, I realise that, instead of being on a taxi, as I’ve instructed the concierge to arrange, I’m on some private car driven by a probably unlicensed and strange guy who’s driving in the opposite direction of a one way lane and telling me that he has a friend who does all kinds of business in Singapore, is so rich that he can buy Singapore if he wanted to, and has all sorts of connections with the president and prime minister. Sure.
I’m just hoping he just rips me off at the airport and doesn’t bring me to some deserted area to rob me. Not expecting this from Washington DC!
