Who's the daddy?

The last few days in the Mome household have been something of a challenge...

Following a weekend away that was billed as 'Homegroup Christmas'... and ended up being 'Homegroup Sickfest' when 8 out of the 12 people present (including The Wife) succumbed to a vomiting bug, we limped home on Monday, only to find that Moo had brought the bug with her... There's nothing quite as guilt-inducing as ignoring her noctural chirping only to find that what she's actually been doing is yodeling her evening meal, and you have to wash pasta out of her hair before you can go to bed...

Putting things on hold... is it Christmas yet?

Dear all... forgive the disappearance of this blog over the past two months... like Pop's Daewoo Matiz I'm afraid I rather fell into a rut pressed into the crawler lane of life by the heavy wheels of work and have been looking for a ladder ever since.

To be fair, there has also been a slightly existential flavour in the Môme's home outage...

Yes - I am on a diet.... but that's not what I'm talking about...

My problem is more spiritual.

I'll explain.

You can choose your friends but...

Families are funny things... 'nuff said.

I did expand on this.... but Môme may have vetoed it!! Expand as you wish!!

And yet we love them... odd.

Anyway... as requested by my lovely sister-in-law... some yummies!

Chocolate and almond tray bake...

Oven at 180C, line a tin with foil (the smaller the tin the thicker the pieces will be :) but the less of them you get :( )
Melt 8oz of chocolate and spread over the foil... leave to set.
Whisk 2 eggs with 1/2 a teaspoon of almond essence.
Fold in 5oz caster sugar, 4oz ground almonds, 2oz semolina, 2oz glacé cherries and 2oz dried apricots.
Spread over the set chocolate and bake for 20-25 minutes.
Cut into slices whilst hot, then cool to set completely...

Serve with a cup of tea, good friends and conversation :)

Jesus can wait... right?

The wife's asked if she can add a new dimension to this blog... occasionally chipping in with observations, quotes and maybe the odd recipe... but only ones that really work, not those really complicated ones that involve things like 'sweated pak choi' or a 'fricassé of three live geese and a small pineapple'...

Of course I said 'yes'... after all, she's the cornerstone of this bit of earthly life that I call 'home'... and celebrating with her is just as (more) important as anything else that I might write about on here. So, here's the first. Perhaps not quite what you might expect... but real life... and possibly more profound than you think at first glance...

Over to her:

... and I quote M - [on death]

"it's not that I'm scared of dying... I'm not... and I'm sure heaven's nice, or wherever it's going to be once God remakes the world... it's just that if dying means going to be with Jesus... and if I die now, or I die in 50 years time it's still going to be with Jesus... then Jesus can wait... right?"