AboutFrom little things, big things grow...
Should wear glasses when reading recipes - nearly missed the knead & add dried fruit step when making hot cross buns. (Kind of a critical step).
It seems I have a local doppelgänger.
1) Café worker (at café I’d never before visited), “Have I offered you a coffee card yet?” When I advise it’s my first visit, she answers, “Oh, I thought you came here all the time!”
2) Daycare carer this morning told me she saw me at Kmart the other night, and that despite her waving, I didn’t see her… I haven’t been to Kmart (or any other shops) after 4pm in months.
Will I recognise this other me if I see her in the street?
I know it probably won’t last, as a toddler’s feeding habits tend to vary widely, but can’t say I wasn’t impressed with F gobbling up chickpea mushroom and quinoa curry, a silverbeet ricotta pastry, and a piece of cheese “toasht” (toast) for dinner tonight.
Yesterday morning was gorgeous - full of those moments where I feel so content at being a parent, smiles, giggles, cuteness, play, hand-holding, a little hand reaching out to be held, exploring & seeing things through a toddler’s eyes.
This morning shifting gears on the morning train - the windows are foggy, everyone is head down looking at phones etc, silence… and my brain is ticking back to work mode, statistics and health conditions and risk and financials.
It’s raining. It’s before 7am. We’re on a train platform. Most passengers (me included) have an umbrella and/or a rain jacket. Not this guy waiting next to me - he’s got super super short hair (maybe number 1? I’m not up to speed on shaved hairdos) - he’s packed a flannel so that when he steps out of the rain, he can wipe down his head, face, hands etc. Clearly hardcore. (His clothes are still getting wet though).