My younger son spent the weekend reading us all ‘would you rather’ questions off some website he has found. It is very American, e.g..
Meet Chuck Norris or the Old Spice guy?
Work at the FBI or the CIA?
Red Lobster biscuits or Olive Garden bread sticks?
Erase Canada off the map or erase New Jersey off the map?
Be president but be impeached after 3 weeks or have complete power over the world but then get killed after 3 weeks?
Most of them however are about burping or farting at inopportune moments or whether it is better to have too many testicles or one huge one, which is what happens when 12 year olds get access to the Internet, I suppose. We are in broad agreement about most of the dilemmas (uncontrollable ear hair easier to hide than uncontrollable nose hair, for example), which is reassuring.
Sample conversation this weekend:
E: Please will you get dressed
F: Would you rather snort one crushed up Altoid Mint or take a shot of Tabasco?
E: I’d rather you got dressed.
F: First edition foil holographic Charizard or twenty…
E: LEAVE NOW
(faint sound drifts down from upstairs) F: Eat your own hand or a loved one’s eyeball?
(own hand obviously, eyeballs are disgusting and not even very nourishing and imagine the atmosphere if you ate someone's eyeball, awkward)
I tried to do some domestic things this weekend, an activity doomed to failure which always ends up with tantrums (me), mess (house) and tooth grinding (also me). First, we melted down some … stuff to refill a coconut for the garden that the giant hooligan crows have emptied in 2 days flat. God only knows at was in it, possibly rendered whale blubber or some kind of boiled down bones, human flesh even, it filled the kitchen with the horrifying stench of death then hardened to spooky, glistening perfection. Not a single bird has gone anywhere near it since we hung it out. Also, the garden looks like the Somme-slash-blasted heath, this is not related to anything except the destructive force of chickens + Belgian weather, but it is quite depressing:
Kirstie Allsopp rating: 0/5
Later we marinaded piri piri chicken from Diana Henry’s wonderful A Bird in the Hand cookbook. I got this book recently after wild rave reviews from all the good cooks I know and this was the first thing I made and now the children are refusing to let me try anything else because they are children, which is annoying. Anyway, I spilled piri piri marinade all over my slipper and it has a huge greasy stain on it, which is proving impossible to remove and now I hate everything.
Kirstie Allsopp rating 2/5
Made chocolate muffins. I can’t be doing with homemade muffins, they always turn out bland and boring and get stale after approx 4 minutes, but F was keen for some reason. They look ok (recipe from that Hummingbird Bakery book that was notorious for having inaccurate recipes in it, so every time I use it I expect disaster) but took ages and don’t taste of much and I got resentful about having to make dinner afterwards, why can’t we all just eat the boring muffins, hmmm.
Kirstie Allsopp rating: 1.75
Erm. I thought there were more things, but these are in fact all I can remember, my Friday attempt at a sloe gin cocktail must be consigned to the mists of history without a rating due to Awfulness. Today I will drag the matchbox advent calendar out of the dead wasp filled cupboard and fill it with tiny match sized blandishments, so that will up my KA score to at least 2.5, I hope.
20% Dutch test revision
20% Behind on everything end of year related
20% Punishment soup
20% Feeble body brushing like that will make a difference
20% Delighted and horrified at the return of the Egg Master.
You? Eyeball or hand? Chuck Norris or Old Spice Guy?