Roll Again

saturday.4.december.2010

The craving (probably more of a Christmas related craving as opposed to a pregnancy related one) for fresh Black Cake has yet to be satisfied.  I did manage to scrounge up some cake made earlier this year… but I’m ready for the new cakes! To help tide things over, I decided to make another batch of cinnamon rolls.  Little Feet and Little Brother (Daniel) were spending the day with us and seemed quite pleased with this decision as well.  Unfortunately, due to the necessary time lapse for dough rising, by the time the rolls were ready for baking the kids had to head off home.  This did not stop a very enterprising Little Feet from offering to eat the raw, unbaked rolls.  We were able to convince him that it would taste much better once cooked.  I added some extra cinnamon sugar this time and some raisins to half the batch.  It was a hit with the family and with Little Feet and Little Brother who enjoyed their rolls a day later. 

Little Feet’s recommendation for an accompanying drink: PediaSure! 

Zzzz…

“A day without coffee is sleep.” I read that somewhere a while ago and after going a day without coffee, I most definitely agree. Actually, I’d like to embellish that statement… “A day without coffee is like death!” Today was Little Feet’s 3rd birthday party and Husband and I had undertaken cake duty. After baking three sponge cakes yesterday, we had to frost them all (in keeping with the party’s construction theme) this morning. A belated wake-up time led to some minor delays and a lot of flustering around the kitchen. No time to make morning coffee. By mid afternoon the cake was finally taking shape and was ready to be shipped off to the party. We got ourselves ready, piled everyone into the car (including LaLa who is visiting from St. Lucia for Little Feet’s party) and packed the cake to go. We forgot to make afternoon coffee.


I was like the living dead by this time. No coffee in my system and no chance to get a cup. I thought for sure I’d make a quick, not too strong cup when we got home after the party. But the clogged kitchen sink demanded a trip out to SuperPharm for a bottle of DrainO. I gave up on the coffee. I don’t even know how I’m still awake… barely awake though. First thing I’m doing in the morning is making myself a big pot of Uprising!

Rosie Rosetta

Rosetta practice has begun. Little Feet, Little Brother, their parents and Husband’s Friend were all over this evening so I got lots of practice in- under the ever watchful eyes of Little Feet, of course. Here’s how it went.
6 Cappuccinos:
      2 hearts
      1 heart- with stripes
      1 half rosettta
      1 kind of whole rosetta
      1 whole- but really faint rosetta
Not a bad start at all to the new shape. If I can keep this up, maybe I’ll be able to master it by next week!
Have a look below at the pictures of the better rosettes.

Little Feet, Little Brother and LaLa

We’ve had a very busy house this weekend. The nieces spent a couple of nights and the nephews stayed with us last night. You met Deron (a.k.a. Little Feet) in a much earlier post. Little Feet has a Little Brother named Daniel; and they have a cousin, living in St. Lucia, who calls herself LaLa… She really does call herself that. Little Feet, Little Brother and LaLa (who visits Trinidad often) are all quite familiar with Aunty Kim’s- or rather Aunty Pim[’s] depending on which one you’re speaking to- coffee making procedures.


Little Feet and Little Brother went with me to the kitchen this morning to make some “hot hot coffee”. I had just started the kettle for the French Press process, when I was accosted by Little Feet who asked, “Why you not using that one?” while pointing to the Silvia. I explained that I was making another type of coffee this morning as it was quicker. I showed him the French Press and asked if he remembered making coffee in that before. He gave a quick nod, a forlorn look at the Silvia and then ran off to tell the doggies good morning! I guess he wasn’t too keen on the ‘boring’ French Press this morning.

While Little Feet is interested, most times, in the brewing of the coffee, Little Brother likes to serve the coffee. This morning was no different. I finished making Granny’s coffee, gave the cup handle to Little Brother and held the other side. Off to give Granny her coffee! If Little Brother ever serves you a cup of coffee, please be prepared to grab your cup as soon as he approaches you. He will shove the cup at you if you don’t put your hand out soon enough. Granny was quick.

Lovely morning in the end. The adults had some El Machete from the French Press and the under-3s enjoyed some “hot hot” Milo!