Laidley lunch

Sofia

 

A flashback to October last year. Our search for a rural property has taken us to most corners of South East Queensland, including the lovely Laidley, where you tackled your first Aussie pie. Even though it was chicken and not beef, you smothered it in tomato sauce then lifted the lid and mined your way through the filling....just like your mother does it. With a utensil. I was so proud.

 

The Aussie male thing of lifting a whole piping hot pie to your lips and then shoving it in, flaky pastry falling on the ground while you juggle the slightly soft base pastry to make sure it stays in tact and the gravy meat filling doesn't also hit the floor...well, it's over rated.

 

May you continue eating pies with some delicacy and decorum, enjoying the deconstruction process, all the flaky pastry and the filling after it cools enough to no longer strip the skin off your palette.

 

My girl.

 

Special Dinner

Sofia

 

I collected you from child care.

 

On the way home you asked 'Can I have some-fing to eat please mummy?'

 

'But I've cooked you a special dinner.'

Your face lights up. I watch in the rear view mirror. 'A special dinner? A pink dinner?'

 

A pink dinner. If only I'd thought of that.

 

'No, darling, not a pink dinner', I lamented. For the lentil and vegetable curry with yoghurt I'd prepared certainly wasn't pink - but it was still special.

 

'Mmmm, tasty mummy' you said rubbing your tummy. 'Thanks for cooking mummy'.

 

I still don't know who taught you to say that but you often thank the chef at meal times. It warms my heart. 'You're welcome' I say.

 

'You're welcome mummy' you respond. I smile, you still don't understand the etiquette of giving thanks and receiving a 'You're welcome' in return. But it's so endearing that I don't bother correcting you and we return to the business of spooning yoghurt onto the curry and enjoying our dinner.