Oct 21 2009
Apple bobbing - and potato peeling
Boy do I know how to have fun on a Wednesday evening. Actually, in my own defense, we went out as a family and had a really nice time. This family thing doesn’t happen much, but after spending the day with a lot of school children and admitting to my daughter’s teacher that I couldn’t help her with her homework - it was nice to be silly for a few hours.
The theme of the evening was potatoes - jacket potatoes with various fillings, a potato quiz - where do you suppose potatoes originated from? Ok smart alec, don’t answer like the witty husband and say ‘the ground’. Or, I believe one child whispered to his mother -the supermarket, Mummy.
There were crafty bits for the kids, potato printing, a relay race where they could only move the potato with their noses - on hands and knees , rather than balancing them. Though I ought to clarify that! Then the apple bobbing, because potato bobbing would just be silly - and taste disgusting I reckon. Potato peeling - because I obviously need practice, after all I don’t do it much. The longest unbroken strand won chocolate - nobody offers me chocolate for peeling potatoes here, I should point this out to husband, I might be more willing with this goal in mind. Like the dangling carrot - just out of reach - maybe if I could reach it and peel it I could get more chocolate?
My son decided he would quite like to bring home a big lump of playdough - now soggy with over modelling in hot little hands, and even more fun to get out of the carpet once trodden in. We played the obliging parents and brought it home, where it met a sticky end in the kitchen rubbish bag.
Finally after some time, all children sleeping peacefully, and two foil wrapped jacket potatoes waiting for our 7 year old who insists she wants one for breakfast -?- it’s time for bed - and the many mice at midnight scratching at the skirting. Might yet be down for a further posting…..
Incidentally, potatoes apparently come from Peru…..
