Damp, glutinous rice paper? Oh, yes please!
Trip Start Sep 16, 2011
290Trip End Nov 20, 2011
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Woody wants us to play a game where we all pretend to be sick in a bucket and Woody checks we are okay and prods us with his medical kit. It is considerably more fun that it sounds. We get right into it.
Elwood hears the voice of Uncle Joshie on the computer and quickly gets his wellies and his ukulele and plays (and dances) flamenco for Uncle Joshie. It is something to behold.
We do some drawings and card making and a couple of odd jobs and then head out to the shopping centre to run some errands and to drink some caffeine
Back at home, we eat and then decorate the cup cakes we made yesterday. Noah and I were very much looking forward to doing this with Woody. He lost interest in everything, except licking the icing off everything, pretty quickly. Every time we looked over at him his face was in the icing. The plan is to make lions and tigers, but I don't think we exactly hit the mark. The tigers look a bit like aliens – I don’t think you would recognise them as tigers at all. The lions look better and Woody was dying to have one. But he just ate the eyes, licked the butter cream off and left the remaining cake upturned on the table whilst he went off to play, leaving Noah and I to clean up the icing and desiccated coconut from the entire house. I am not sure when Elwood got food everywhere, but he did.
Anyway, the sugar kicked in and Woody needed to get out the house and run like the wind and climb something really high. We chased him around the house to try and get him to get dressed. By the time we have him vaguely ready, it is chucking it down and there is no way we can go to the climbing frame. So we let Woody sit in the car for a bit (he loves it, he is going to be a rev head for sure).
Now, I must have seen this moment coming because I bought a book on paper airplanes this morning. So, I whipped this out the bag and saved the day. Woody happily played paper airplanes all afternoon. He is falling about laughing and then starts making it competitive and making up all sorts of rules
I crack on with making dinner. I decided we should have something different and something we could all make together. So, I decide we should definitely make Vietnamese Spring Rolls together. I prep everything and Woody and Noah join for the assembly. Woody mixes all the ingredients together and I attempt to weave some magic with the rice paper. I end up with several balls of wet, glutinous rice paper and no Vietnamese spring rolls. I finally get one to work and both Elwood and Noah look like there is no way they are going to eat that. I ignore them both. I make a modified one with woody with chicken and without herbs and chilli. He looks like he might try some and kind of prods the damp rice paper. He shakes his head and says he does not like Vietnamese. I have spent a long time preparing stuff, and by this point I am lacking grace. I say, it’s your dinner, you have to eat it. I must have said this with more conviction than I really felt as Woody tried some. He was not impressed. He tried to unwrap it but it had all gone very gluey. I suggested he might like some sauce, so I rustle up some 'child friendly’ satay sauce of peanut butter and soy sauce. Even I thought it sounded odd, but I read it in a book, so it must taste nicer than it sounds. Well, no one will ever know as they were impossible to mix. I spent 5 minutes swirling around peanut butter stuck to a spoon in soy sauce. Meanwhile, Noah thought he better get woody some sauce. Woody wants tomato ketchup and Noah mistakenly covers the spring roll in pizza sauce. Woody thinks this is brilliant and gets a paint brush and paints the spring roll and plate in pizza sauce
By this point there are 4 spring rolls sitting on a plate, looking like uncooked pork sausages covered in glue. Somehow I have created air pockets when I rolled them so they kind of look like they are covered in blisters too. I know they look terrible and kind of fleshy but frankly, I don’t care, I make Noah eat one. I know he is trying not to gag at the thought of the wet rice paper but I refuse to cut him any slack and eye ball him ‘til he eats it. It is character building.
Eventually we all give up, and Noah makes some toast and gets me some wine so I am less bitter. I tell Noah that he has to help clean up this mess (I am less bitter, but still a bit bitter about this whole Vietnamese fiasco).
I had to buy lots of ingredients for this mess (more than just peanut butter and soy sauce) and there are lots of left overs. I start looking for other Vietnamese recipes to make and I see the fear in Noah’s eyes. I solider on and ask Noah if I should make Tofu on an herb and Noodle salad. He is about to say no, when I quickly change it from being a question to a statement. I.e. ‘We are having...’ He does not look pleased but I feel like I have something to prove to myself, and to the Vietnamese.
Woody eats some toast in front of the TV, and then goes to bed. Noah and I faff about and plan to get some work done, but then also decide to watch the inbetweeners movie. As if that movie is not crass enough, Noah decides to get the uncut version so there are some truly horrendous things to see. We, therefore, get no work done because our hands were mostly in front of our eyes.
And now, we are going to watch another movie – Horrible Bosses – I am going to try and achieve something greater than damp Vietnamese Spring Rolls today.
There is nothing else to say really, except good night. x