Five Children And Eat

19 Mar

Yesterday was a success.  Got the house all cleaned up and a pancake stack as high as me ready for five hungry lads (though they didn’t look anything like this photo: think flat moons with scabby knees).  I had the table laid ready for them and snacks set aside to take upstairs when they were done – teenage boys needing to be fed two-hourly, like newborns.  Such lovely boys they are, though; so I didn’t mind.

Pancake-making is dull work and takes forever.  I didn’t want the boys sitting in the kitchen with me, making forced conversation and eating one at a time, so I was cunning: I have three frying pans; I used them all at once.  I poured and flipped (I am a good flipper; it’s all in the wrist) and stacked at three times my usual pace.  I even thought to warm the pancake plate in the microwave beforehand.  Entertaining is hard work but I was happy to do it for those nice boys.

I was able to forgive them for the way they trashed Spud’s room.  He cleans his own room so it’s not like I have a stake in it.  They pulled out his toys that he hasn’t yet gotten around to donating, and seemed to have most fun with the electric shock finger-war game and his plastic rifle.  Boys will be boys will be five-year olds.

When the noise from upstairs started to hurt our ears, Hub and I went grocery shopping.  The boys had gone out to play football when we got home, so I waited until they were back before walking the dogs.  I might be a lousy housekeeper but I have my wits about me, and I know how to avoid guests who overstay their welcome.

We were half way through the walk when the Hub phoned to say his nephew & family had arrived for a visit.  Once they left it was time to say goodbye to the home wreckers from the first floor: nasty, dirty boys.  I don’t know what Spud sees in them and he needn’t bother asking them again.

Spud told me they all thought they were the best pancakes they’d ever tasted.  I never heard that about my cooking before.  What lovely, polite friends he has.  They are welcome back any time.

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22 Responses to “Five Children And Eat”

  1. vivinfrance March 19, 2011 at 14:33 #

    Mums have their uses. A lovely post.

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  2. slpmartin March 19, 2011 at 16:46 #

    Those lads could go into politics. 😉

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    • Tilly Bud March 19, 2011 at 22:35 #

      Don’t put ideas into their heads! We’ve already got one child going into that arena; we don’t want any more shame on the family.

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  3. earlybird March 19, 2011 at 17:18 #

    go on – tell us – did you have to clean the house again? 😉

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    • Tilly Bud March 19, 2011 at 22:36 #

      Weeeeell, I cleared away the table once they’d finished. Does that count?

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  4. granny1947 March 19, 2011 at 17:39 #

    Hehehe…you are a glutton for punishment…and you couldn’t figure out a way to avoid the second wave of visitors?

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    • Tilly Bud March 19, 2011 at 22:39 #

      I was fifteen minutes away from the house and not expecting them, so no chance. But I didn’t mind: they have the most beautiful toddler in the world and he wanted his birthday present and he loved it, so everyone was happy.

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  5. nrhatch March 19, 2011 at 18:59 #

    I loved how your impression of them changed over the course of their visit.

    Our thoughts do play mind games with us, eh?

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    • Tilly Bud March 19, 2011 at 22:41 #

      Weeell, I was stretching the truth a little for comic effect. I love having visitors. Though I do think some people don’t know when to leave. Usually it’s the boring ones.

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    • nrhatch March 19, 2011 at 23:27 #

      I knew that you were being funny . . . but reality mirrors the change as you portrayed us.

      We like people better when THEY like us. 😀

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  6. Cindy March 19, 2011 at 21:12 #

    In my neck of the woods, those are flapjacks?

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    • Tilly Bud March 19, 2011 at 22:43 #

      Really? Woolworths sell them as pancakes. South Africans call crumpets muffins but Woolworths sell them as crumpets, so what does Woolworths know? Flapjacks here are oats in syrup.

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  7. musings March 19, 2011 at 21:20 #

    We just saw something on TV about Shrove Tuesday. Isn’t this sort of perfect for that?

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shrove_Tuesday

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    • Tilly Bud March 19, 2011 at 22:45 #

      Yes, it is. So perfect, in fact, that Spud made me get up thirty minutes early on Shrove Tuesday to make him pancakes for breakfast. Do you celebrate Shrove Tuesday in the States?

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      • musings March 20, 2011 at 08:23 #

        No, we don’t. Sounds like a lot of fun though. We saw this on TV. We also saw pancake races that you were all having. That sounded like a whole lot of fun.

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  8. barb19 March 19, 2011 at 21:51 #

    You are a beggar for punishment!

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    • Tilly Bud March 19, 2011 at 22:45 #

      I want my kids to visit me when they leave home; I’ll do anything to make them like me 🙂

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  9. beckysefton March 20, 2011 at 00:17 #

    Those pancakes look so yummy! I haven’t had pancakes yet this year because my Nan’s on a diet – so it was a bit cruel to be cooking them with her in the house. I might have to come to yours for some pancakes 😉

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    • Tilly Bud March 20, 2011 at 16:13 #

      You would be welcome 🙂 In the meantime, pop to the supermarket and buy some ready-made pancakes. Nice with sugar or syrup or toasted with butter or peanut butter.

      It’s no wonder I’m fat, is it?

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