Heart Shaped Scones

Our last baking exercise ended in tears, a flour shower and a newly developed fear of the hand mixer (for both me and my 4 year old). This time I pre-mixed the dough before Harrison came home from Bear Park – TV cooking show style (and here's one I made earlier). Damn I'm good! There's no crazy mixer monster madness, there's no flour in your ug boots (slippers people slippers!) Better still, the recipe, accurately measured with care and precision actually bakes as it was intended. It's a no flop guarantee. So your 4 year old can happily stamp out his heart shaped scones and go about his business (the average four year old is busier than a stock broker on Black Friday). So, everyone wins – except baby who can't eat yet and mum who is on a diet, but who will still secretly eat them between mouthfuls of secretly eaten marshmallows...Yum

The Carpenter & the Carpenter

There's nothing more heartwarming than hearing your carpenter (ironically) belting out the Karen Carpenter classic 'Rainy Days and Mondays.' I mean, you've gotta be made of stone if you don't love that doozy of a song. And for a song that's all about a big downer, it's such an upper. Love it.


It's a good one for the shower radio: Rainy Days and Mondays

Hello from the Cowboy Mum

So here I go, Post number one. I've just hoovered down a massive ten piece dragon roll/Kewpie mayo sushi box and now instead of feeling upbeat and ready to go, I've got some serious mayo sweats going on... Anyway - The Cowboy Mum - my new blog - inspired into being while breastfeeding behind a closed curtain at Westfield, St Lukes... Coffee - cold, iphone - dead, germs - lurking in every nook, poo smell - rife, exhausted mums bitching about the world - copious... And I realised - not for the first time - that it's tough out here in the wild wild west of motherhood. Many of us are riding solo, the sun of a previous life dawning on our backs - the future, a looming desert of sleepless nights and Dr Phil re-runs. Yes indeed it's tough. But have no fear, Cowboy mum is here - to listen, guide, slander and preach. I should caution my readers though... I'm deathly afraid of horses, snakes and fire. I attract sand like a magnet. I despise cowboy boots and animal print (I have always rebelled against my westie roots, I was the one at Green bay High wearing fluro Orange jeans and matching lime print tee - which i might add are jean colours that have found their way back into the shops for at least a THIRD time!) The point is, like many I was thrust into motherhood without a clue of how life might change for me, but here i am two kids down and a pocketbook full of new experiences, tricks and gimmicks that may help, amuse, enrage and entertain other fellow cowboy mums out there in the world :)

Bought to you of course by my little-business-that-could, Harry's Garden