Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Mid Week Meat Sweats...

On reflection, this is not the best title for a recipe blog post, perhaps...

Hey ho. The common theme of recipes on this blog, is that they are cheap(fairly), quick (sometimes) and easy (hmm...). I love to cook from scratch and have the luxury at the minute of being able to. Most of my recipes, however, can be modified for quickness and ingredients can be substituted. I try to include the variations as much as possible.
This week OD mentioned/complained/hinted that the passing weeks have had a theme. Sausages. Lots and lots of sausages have been consumed in the past few weeks and perhaps it was his pleading look this morning when I asked him what he would like for the dinner or the words "anything except sausages" that made me get my thinking cap on. Actually, that makes the dinner sound more thought out than it was. My careful planning consisted of me bogged down with potatoes and inspecting different cuts of beef in our local Tesco's, Googling recipes on my phone while students kicked Miss B's buggy and attempted to steal my leeks out of my basket.

I came up with this:

Oh Mammy's BBQ Brisket.

I love brisket and it's a fairly cheap cut, my mother would braise it for hours with loads of root veg as a child. There is something very autumnal about slow cooked meat joints.
  • 2kg of Brisket
  • 500 ml/ 18 fl oz beef stock

For the Sauce

  • 1 tbsp sunflower oil
  • 1 small onion, finely chopped
  • 3 garlic cloves, crushed
  • 500 ml/ 18 fl oz tomato ketchup
  • 100 ml/ 3.5 fl oz Worcestershire sauce
  • 75 ml/ 2.5 fl oz lemon juice
  • 2 tbsp brown sugar
  • 1 tbsp malt vinegar
  • 2 tsp Dijon mustard
  • 1 tsp crushed chilli flakes
  • 1 tsp Tabasco sauce
  • 1 tsp dried thyme

For the Rub:

  • 2 tbsp each chilli powder and mustard powder
  • 1 tbsp each paprika, ground cumin, garlic powder, ground black pepper, caster sugar
  • 1 bay leaf , crushed                                                 

  • To make the barbecue sauce, heat the oil in a frying pan, then cook onion and garlic for a few mins until soft. Add the rest of the sauce ingredients to the pan with a good pinch of salt and simmer for 20 mins. Use a hand blender or food processor to whizz to a smooth purée.

  • Heat oven to 150C/130C fan/gas 2. Make the rub by mixing all the ingredients together with a pinch of salt. Rub the mix all over the beef and set aside.I cheated tonight and used a generous amount of my special Dean and Deluca SouthWestern Spice Rub that was sent to me from New York. I've been savouring this for a while and unfortunately I am about to run out!

  • In a large roasting tin, mix the beef stock and ½ the barbecue sauce. Add the brisket to the tin, cover tightly with foil, then cook for 3-4 hrs until the meat is really tender when you push a fork into it. The beef can be prepared the night before - just leave it to cool in the tin covered with foil, but don't refrigerate. 

  • I served this with rice and peas and some salad. 
  • Sunday, 27 November 2011

    Boo's Birthday Do!

    I've mentioned before that we like to party and I have a tendency to go a bit mental when it's the kids birthdays. This time for B's 2nd birthday, I absentmindedly invited 18 kids and 14 adults along to help us celebrate Miss B's birthday. Then, I forgot about it.

    Yeah, I did. Seriously, I completely forgot about it until a week before. So I had to get my thinking cap on. Our Boo loves to read and so I decided on the Very Hungry Caterpillar theme for the event. A quick scour of the tinterwebs and I had ordered all of the party accoutrements and had hired a singer to entertain the bairns while they were here.

    It was excellent fun! Well, at least I think it was as I was running about like a headless chicken the whole time. It was a really special event with grandparents and dear friends who helped B celebrate this special day (or weekend -honestly, they make less fuss of the Queen!)


                                                             Stage 1 of the cake making

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    Saturday, 26 November 2011

    Moaning Minnies...

    Why are there certain types of people who just moan for the sake of it? (yes, I do see the irony in having a moan about moaners!)

    Now I know that the tone of this blog gets a bit ranty sometimes and I make no bones about the fact that I can be a grump. But I am certainly not a moaner, a person who just moans for the sake of it, for the drama of it all.

    The ranters, such as myself, are a sneaky bunch. The coherence to their rant, that single thread that sparks it off, is entirely up to them. This makes their rants stealthy. You have no idea that mentioning a flower arrangements or an expenses scandal will inspire a forty minute onslaught regarding the problem with the world. As a physical act, these people can be avoided or in built up social situations you can manoeuvre yourself so that you do not have to endure the joys for too long.

    We have a phrase here in Bonny Scotland and it is greetin' face. Someone who is a greetin' face is someone who moans constantly, about anything and everything. A person who generally acts hard-done-by on a daily basis.

    These people are generally unpleasant people to have a conversation with. They are akin to old people with ailments. Many a time, I have been caught out by being nice to an elderly person. "How are you keeping, Isa?" I would ask and then it comes...

    ...A long intake of breath through their wallies (false teeth)...


    And then it comes. The tales of their bunions, their corns, their type 2 diabetes, their bowel problems. Then we would move onto the ailments and illnesses of family, friends, pets who have lost control of their bowels.

    So a perpetual moaner does the same thing. No matter how excellent their day, their surroundings, their job, their family, they will always have something to moan about. A deep sense of dissatisfaction pervades and find faults with things that have no fault.

    Potentially the worst thing about a moaner is that they are magnets for other moaners. Like old people and their ailments, the moaner who encounters another moaner instantly becomes competitive. I have sat in a few GP's surgeries where the conversations have been hilarious! I'll see your prostate problems and raise you a catheter bag, sort of behaviour.

    So why bother about this type of behaviour? These people, once you've learned that they are to be avoided like the plague, can be avoided. I mention this because moaners have a new platform. Cyberspace. There are countless chatrooms and forums for these people to hide and meet like-minded Moaning Minnies. Again, these can be avoided and should be avoided at all costs.

    Facebook, however is the moaners social network of choice. Now, we have a great life. We have a few challenges, more than someone without a disabled child and sometimes this gets me down. Raising a child with disabilities is more complex than a kid without and any problems we encounter are very real problems, problems that are themselves, complex. But there is absolutely no point on dwelling on them and the best way forward is to shake them off and crack on with things. It is our adoption of this attitude that makes our family and friends blind to the real struggles we have sometimes. I would rather have it this way. I don't want people feeling sorry for us, I don't want anyone's pity. I have far too much pride for that.

    So I am writing this post because my Facebook feed a few weeks ago was full of Moaning Minnies. I had actually lost track of how many people's status updates I have hidden and have since gone through and deleted the vast majority of them. I am so sick of people complaining about everything. People who would not know a real problem if it came along. People with perfectly typical, healthy children, with money, with a roof over their heads and spouses who love them. People whose favourite activity is to have a moan at every given opportunity. These people who wouldn't know a real problem if it bit them on the arse.

    They're tired.
    They're bored.
    They don't get pissed enough.
    They're sick of their kids.
    They're sick of their men/women.
    They're fed up of their life.
    They need a holiday.
    They're going to run away.
    They can't get five minutes peace.
    They don't get enough attention.
    They're skint.
    They're stressed.
    ...and so on and so forth.

    It is a constant stream of bemoaning their existence.

    Worse still, their Moanin' Minnie pals then come on and agree and add their own woes and there's all this sympathetic moaning going around. And people are chiming in and asking if they're okay, if they need anything, a shoulder to cry on. They join in with the disparaging remarks about their spouses and generally make an idiot of themselves and of others around them. even with their partners and children on Facebook they still insist on complaining about how utter hireable their lives are. And finally, with the desired amount of sympathy delivered, their noise abates.

    Boy, I seriously wish I had their problems.

    Does this bug you too? What gets up your nose?

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    Friday, 25 November 2011

    Miss B's 2nd Birthday!

    Our baby is getting bigger. On Thursday Boo turned two and we had a thoroughly fantastic day. During the week we had not one but two birthday greetings from Auntie Ali in Christchurch and the organising and run up was terribly exciting as this would be the first birthday that could understand properly that something special was going on.

    One thing that hadn't occurred to me before the day was that was a bit pf a strange celebration for us. A's birthday has always been during the school summer holidays and everyone usually takes a holiday from work to help celebrate. But Boo's birthday was midweek at a busy time for everyone. We resolved to keep her presents until the guys came home but I'm not sure we'll get away with that next year! So we had a girls day out and we went to the cinema to see Arthur Christmas and we loved it! What a fantastic film it was and B was given birthday popcorn by the usher. Then we went to a beautiful little French cafe that hasn't been around for long in the city and is one of our favourite places to go and hang out.

    After a huge birthday lunch and birthday macaroons (violet ones) it was time for a nap to prepare for the evenings activities. By the time she woke up, everyone was here (or those who had managed to slope off early from work). I had put up banners and Daddy blew up some balloons and she quickly got the hang of ripping open the presents! Her big brother helped of course.

    We had a big family dinner and a yummy chocolate caterpillar cake. Later, I turned on Facebook to discover loads of birthday greetings from our dear friends.

    What a great day! :)

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    Thursday, 24 November 2011

    Mini Milestones - Miss B's First Day at Playgroup.

    As I stopped to open the door, I looked down at Miss B who was bouncing on her toes all excited about what might lie on the other side.

    You see, today was Boo’s first day at playgroup. While this is a big step for any parent, it is all the more special to me. I didn't get to experience this with A as nowhere would take him due to his suspected autism.

    I found it hard to sleep last night, worrying about this momentous occasion. Once we walked in, those worries disappeared. The staff were warm and friendly and welcoming. She quickly got stuck into the play dough and as long as she could look around and spot me, she seemed happy to explore the room and all of the fantastic activities on offer. She wandered around getting her bearings and had great fun glueing and sticking material to paper.

    After an hour or so, it was snack time and she patiently waited in line behind the other kids to wash her hand before sitting down. She enjoyed her yummy snack and then set off into the garden to run around. Not quite as experienced with some of the ride on toys as the other kids, she needed at fair bit of help. it was a particularly muddy day so she sought out the muddy puddles in the garden. After this we went back into the room and played with a zoo before joining in with song time and a story.

    This was a very special day today and I hope that our little Boo will enjoy her time at playgroup.

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    Living in Edinburgh, we have plenty of opportunities to visit sites and attractions and passing exhibitions. Our kids love nothing more than a great family day out.

    Of all of the things to do in Edinburgh, one such activity that we love to indulge in (with the older child) is a visit to The Edinburgh Dungeons. Being naturally drawn to all things spooky, given that my own birthday is the day before Halloween, we have loved the new additions for 2011.

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    Tuesday, 22 November 2011

    Autism Awareness - or lack thereof.

    I may as well warn you that this post is on autism. If you can't be bothered to read or comment then click on someone else's blog. If you do want to stick around then I would really appreciate if you would read this and comment.

    I am angry. Really angry!

    The last few months have been a bit slow on the media front for autism and ASD related stories. 

    There have been a few features, including your usual this causes autism, and that causes autism and maybe this causes autism and probably that causes autism. I read these but always gloss over them because if we put all of this causes together the list could be endless. It is very reminiscent of that whole Daily Mail attitude towards cancer. There was a hilarious Facebook group listing all of the factors, items, lifestyle choices that would eventually cause cancer in some form in a person. I thought it was hilarious but then I am savvy enough to know that rags like the Daily Mail thrive on scaremongering amongst the general public, the same public that lack the capacity to think for themselves.

    However, as a good friend of mine also noted, lately every article on autism and specifically on its mythical causes, have had attached to these, copious amounts of reader comments. It is these comments that I would like to talk about.

    These comments worry me and their lack of awareness regarding autism and ASD related is frightening. In the last few weeks, I have been helping A's high school and some of his after-school activities raise awareness of autism. A lack of awareness creates barriers for him and all other kids on the spectrum. While the school is fantastic and I am very happy with it, there has been some bullying in the first few weeks. Low level stuff, really but stuff that could have been avoided if the populace knew that A is autistic. The school and the parents of kids on the spectrum do not want to single out anyone in particular as being different and it's been tricky trying to negotiate a way of raising awareness that doesn't single out any of our kids, especially, I find when dealing with autism where it affects the kids in very different ways. We're still trying to come up with ways of combating this. A way that would help the school population understand that these kids, the ones who act a bit strange and seem a bit odd, are that way for a reason. This week we are targeting parents, trying to get them to understand first so that they can answer any questions that the kids may have.

    I have blogged before about A's love of breakdancing. What I failed to mention was how he very nearly gave it all up a few months go. The class teacher, despite my constant emails and messages failed to compensate for his autism or make the class aware of why A's behaviours were different sometimes. We had a fantastic teacher earlier in the year who taught him that breakdancers were a community, that there was a sense of unity among them through a shared passion. This new teacher however, seemed to be preoccupied with creating a highly competitive atmosphere and A was excluded from crews and battles and even a class one day for being a freak and a weirdo. He hasn't been to the class for a few weeks and unless the teacher actually bothers to answer my emails to address this situation, he won't be going. We attended a breakdancing competition last week and the kids from the class were they were particularly dismissive and ignored him for the duration of the event. He was devastated and it has knocked his confidence again.  

    This is the harm that a lack of awareness does. 

    So back to the media. This week the Daily Mail published this headline: 
    Are high-achieving parents who met at work behind rise in autistic children?
    While I like to think that I am quite clever and I am university educated, this is thread is nothing new., nor is it accurate. Simon Baron-Cohen, director of the University of Cambridge's Autism Research Centre has been touting this hypothesis for a while now as part of his Right-Brained theory of the autistic mind. The Daily Mail have taken half a paragraph from an entire body of work and padded it out to make it look like breaking news. While this severe right-brained way of thinking might be true for some autists (and to my thinking this closely resembles those with Asperger's rather than classic autism) it is not true for others and certainly not all autists worldwide. I have no problem with the research behind the article but the Daily Mail's assertion that if you're clever, or study in the fields of certain disciplines, then your progeny will undoubtedly be autistic is absolute RUBBISH! 

    A headline like this is sensationalist, nothing more. I could present you with thousands upon thousands of parents of autistic children who do not specialise in these fields, who are not university educated, who have not vaccinated their children and still have autistic children.  The same media attack on cancer has been happening with regards to autism and so called specialists are lining their pockets with research grants that could be better used elsewhere. As a parent of a child with autism, I welcome all research on autism, but their attention needs to be directed elsewhere in terms of educations, associated illnesses and early intervention. 

    This is not what has made me angry though. Poor journalism and trendy slants from a rag such as this doesn't worry me. The ensuing comments do.

    These comments are all too familiar for a parent of autistic child. I've actually had some of this nonsense said to my face! Worrying still that there is a general theme and agreement amongst the 300 comments about the MMR causing autism and generally about parents of a child with a hidden disability, milking it for all it's worth or even, that we are causing autism through bad parenting!

    One enlightened individual wrote this: Autism is just an excuse for bad parenting, I don't deny it exists, but it used to be called hyperactive. I don't believe it is as widespread as we are led to believe because it's something parents feel they need to use as an excuse as they will not install discipline in the household. - YorkshireLass, York, ENGLAND.

    Another had this to say: "AUTISM IS A FORM OF BRAIN DAMAGE CAUSED BY THE MMR JAB. Mostly likely caused by mercury used in the jab. this leads to the same type of sickness usually... most prominently including gastroenteritis. I dont believe in conspiracy theories generally, but i believe this to be A MASSIVE CONSPIRACY BY THE MEDICAL ORGANISATIONS." 

    Sally from Swansea has some sage advice: If these male scientists wanted to avoid autism, they should have married somebody far less intelligent than them. Simple as that. - Sally, Swansea

    Sally, Swansea had this to say to her detractors: Not really a good idea marrying your own kind, is it? You're obviously NOT a scientist. If you were, you would surely appreciate that parents with very different characteristics produce the better offspring.
    Let's hope that I don't run into this guy while walking the streets of Edinburgh: Is it also a case of time for mothers to stop working and being adrenalized/distracted till the child is at least 5 stopping leaving it in convenient nurseries that ensure it won't be be taught certain basic rudiments via the uniquely clear understandable close bond a mother and child have in those early years preceding Primary School so it doesn't grow up semi clueless and unsure of itself before entering Primary as those places cannot begin to translate the same hands-on individual confidence growth into the child like a mother can in those vital first few years and that doesn't mean leave them in front of a PC all the time to learn during it either as we all know mother always knows best (if she's not distracted:-)
    From the Land of Oz we were given this gem: I don't deny that the syndrome exists and is an identifiable condition. What I doubt is that it is as common as stated. In my experience, there are lots of educated, overly busy, professionally and personally motivated parents who don't have much of an idea of how to relate to babies and small children. They talk to them in complex sentences, insist bubs 'learn' things that are beyond their experience. Parents issue an endless stream of verbal statements and instructions that either bewilders the child or it chooses to ignore. Socialising a child takes time, consistency, effort & an understanding of the stages of learning. I know countless upwardly mobile parents who can't do it although they are of the opinion they are doing it by the book. EG pushing the child in its pram was once a great time to interact and deliver some digestible social and language 'lessons'. Now, the parent pushing the pram is chatting on a mobile phone. Discipline is a lost art though it's vital it's done well - Ana, Sydney, Australia, 22/11/2011 10:02

    Apparently, we have a scientist in our midsts: This is the biggest load of crap... It is proven it is the vaccines causing the rise in Autism in our children... as well as many other diseases (autoimmune). Read up on it people... wake up to the reality of the pharmaceutical companies & the government/medical profession that peddle these poisons!! - T Marsden, Doncaster UK, 22/11/2011 10:50

    It is simply disgusting that in this day and age, that people still think like this! Yes, I can sit here and be all indignant about the ignorance of other but please think of the autistic children and adults who have to put up with the press spouting this crap! 

    How exactly do you think that a person who holds these views towards an autistic adult or child such as you're the progeny of academic inbreeding or your parent's didn't raise you properly or your parents and the Government poisoned you with Mercury, interacts with an autistic person? 

    Do you think that they have any time for their idiosyncrasies, their meltdowns, their lack of social awareness? Do you think that they are filled with compassion when they cannot see a physical disability?

    How you would feel if this was your child?

    For a pretty comprehensive explanation of autism, please visit my page here

    Monday, 21 November 2011

    Sunday Suppers

    This week has been hectic with Miss B's second birthday and her subsequent party, I appear to be a bit run down. My cough could rival a seasoned miner at the moment so I spent Sunday in my pyjamas. Well, I got up, went for a shower and put a clean pair on!

    Our relaxing day was topped off with a quick and simple Sunday dinner, stew and dumplings. I know that rump steak is a bit more expensive than other cuts but sometimes you deserve not to be waiting for hours for something to finish cooking (a torturous past time, if ever there was one).

    2 tbsp olive oil
    1 tbsp cornflour
    1 tsp ground cinnamon
    600g beef rump or sirloin, trimmed of excess fat and cut into large cubes
    1 onion, sliced
    1 carrot, thinly sliced
    1 celery stick, thinly sliced
    2 fresh rosemary sprigs, roughly torn
    100ml red wine
    500ml beef stock, hot
    Grated zest and juice of 1 orange

    For the dumplings
    150g self-raising flour
    75g light vegetable suet
    1/2 tsp salt
    Handful chopped fresh parsley

    1. Heat half the oil in a large frying pan over a high heat. Mix the cornflour, cinnamon and some seasoning on a plate and dust the beef in the seasoned flour. Cook for 2-3 minutes, in batches, until browned all over. Transfer to a plate.
    2. Heat the remaining oil in the pan, add the onion, carrot, celery and rosemary and stir-fry for 2-3 minutes. Add the wine, bubble until reduced by half, then add the stock and bring to the boil. Lower the heat until the stew is simmering, then add the orange zest and juice and the browned meat.
    3. For the dumplings, mix the flour, suet, salt, parsley and enough water in a large mixing bowl to make a soft dough. Roughly shape into 8 balls, dropping them into the stew as you go. Simmer gently for 10 minutes, until they’ve puffed up a fair bit.

    I served this with colcannon (cabbage! I was not popular with the kids...). Just what I needed.

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    Saturday, 19 November 2011

    UK BBoy Championships 2011

    During the October break we found out that A had won VIP tickets to the watch the final of the UK BBoy Championships in Brixton.

    Well, finally, here is the story of our trip...

    So we travelled from Edinburgh to London via train and the journey was a bit tense and exciting. As everything was organised so quickly, the enormity of the trip finally hit him once we had crossed the border into England.

    He coped well with the noise on board the train and even when we got into King's Cross and the sea of bodies swept us apart.

    Once in the station we met our wonderful friend Babs for coffee. Babs had moved to London town some months previously. After an incredibly quick catch up we we off to the Tube to get to Brixton.

    The tube journey for A was both exciting (way cleaner and better lit then Glasgow Underground) and a bit fraught. The time frame to board worried him as did all of the bodies and the lack of manners at rush hour. We survived and eventually (line closures) arrived at our hotel.

    What a place that was! The room was stunning and the service and facilities were amazing.

    And to think, I only chose it because of the complimentary hot sauce that comes with every room. Church Street Hotel in Camberwell was a fantastic place to stay and the personalised touches in rooms were a joy.

    A quickly set himself up and chose a DVD from their extensive collection to kick back and unwind.

    Then before we knew it, we were off again. This time to the O2 Arena to watch the championships. We were shown into the VIP section were A was plied with complimentary fizzy drinks. A few of the dancers were at the bar but I couldn't persuade hi to approach the guys for a photograph. The competition was amazing and even though, it's not really my cup of tea, the enthusiasm was exciting. A pair of pensioners were sitting next to us, whooping and jumping up and down in their seats!

    Thousands flocked to London’s Brixton Academy to witness the awe inspiring skills and raw b-boy flavour that ignited the Ultimate Stage at the 2011 UK B-Boy Championships World Finals. Vagabonds were victorious for the second year running! The French crew are only the second in UK B-Boy Championships history to win the World Finals twice. With the LINE UP being one of the most competitive to date, the Vagabonds pulled out all the stops in their final against Korean crew Jinjo to ensure they beat off the opposition with finesse to become the 16th UK B-Boy Championships Crew Battle Winners. 

    Thousands flocked to London’s Brixton Academy to witness the awe inspiring skills and raw b-boy flavour that ignited the Ultimate Stage at the 2011 UK B-Boy Championships World Finals. Vagabonds were victorious for the second year running! The French crew are only the second in UK B-Boy Championships history to win the World Finals twice. With the LINE UP being one of the most competitive to date, the Vagabonds pulled out all the stops in their final against Korean crew Jinjo to ensure they beat off the opposition  to become the 16th UK B-Boy Championships Crew Battle Winners. 

    Thousands flocked to London’s Brixton Academy to witness the awe inspiring skills and raw b-boy flavour that ignited the Ultimate Stage at the 2011 UK B-Boy Championships World Finals. Vagabonds were victorious for the second year running! The French crew are only the second in UK B-Boy Championships history to win the World Finals twice. With the LINE UP being one of the most competitive to date, the Vagabonds pulled out all the stops in their final against Korean crew Jinjo to ensure they beat off the opposition with finesse to become the 16th UK B-Boy Championships Crew Battle Winners.


    Vagabonds crew member Mr Keyz was chosen by Crazy Legs to be the triumphant winner of the coveted DJ LEACY CHIEF ROCKA AWARD for representing to fullest and rocking the hardest to the music throughout the battles.


    In the Solo B-Boy Battles, Morris from the USA won his second UK B-Boy Championships World Finals title after beating the UK’s own Sunni in an epic 5 rounds of b-boying that had everybody fired up from start to finish!


    Last year’s Solo Popping winner Nelson from France was defeated by Japanese popper Kite in a showdown of non-stop style, skill and creativity which crowned Kite the new World Champion.


    The IBE Footwork Battle title went to Meen 187 from USA crew Dynamic Rockers and the IBE Seven to Smoke victory went to French b-boy Walle.

    MEEN 187

    Roxy and Ekcite (UK & USA) were the winners of the first ever UK B-Boy Championships Bonnie & Clyde Battle.


    Congratulations to those who join the world’s finest in the UK B-Boy Championships HALL OF FAME.

    Five hours later we emerged and headed back to our hotel for cocoa and bed. What I had planned for the next day before heading back into Edinburgh in the evening would take some stamina...