20 April 2016

Kinetik Non-Contact Thermometer

I'd say on the whole I'm pretty philosophical about when my children get ill. I usually take them to the doctor when my mother tells me to or when there's some sort of non-snot fluid on the outside that should really stay on the inside. But what sends me into a spiral of foetal-position panic is temperatures. Yes I know they usually mean the body is doing it's thing and fighting whatever nasty little horror is having it's way with my child's body but I can't handle them. I'm sure it's to do from when my father was ill and we were given a max temperature that meant we had to take him into the hospital immediately and so we had to check it all the time but I can't be rational about it, when the boys have a temperature I basically have NHS Direct on speakerphone all night and a thermometer attached to my hand.
Non-contact Thermometer

Ned is a very good patient, for the most part, he's always lapped up any form of medicine and allowed me to prod and poke him. He had to have a series of blood tests about a year ago and sat like a champ the only evidence of the horror taking place in his hands was a solitary tear as he bravely listened to a rather dull story about dinosaurs. Jim however, spits out Calpol, won't have Amoxycillin even though he loves bananas more than me meaning we all end up stained neon yellow and getting anything into his ear involves a rather un-motherly elbow press.

Hurrah then for the Kinetik Non Contact Thermometer which has so far meant that I can creep into Ned's bedroom at night and check his temperature without disturbing him at all... or sit by his bed just bipping it onto his forehead every five minutes without him knowing about it and Jim has no idea that what's going on and so smiles cheerily and is happily distracted with a toy.

13 April 2016

Scotch Pancakes or Drop Scones

We called the drop scones... it gets a bit confusing. Whatever they are my boys LOVE them. That's because they contain some sugar which I never realised until I had one last week having not tasted them since I was about 8. I have happy memories of my mum making us these and, of course, wanted my children to have the same, so I turned to my newest treasured possession, my mother-in-laws much-annotated Constance Spry cookery book and found her version.

My sister said these were the best she'd ever had which was nice of her, I was a bit panicked as I didn't have any baking powder so I left that out and they were absolutely fine. I've left the baking powder in the recipe below but I made them again with the baking powder and and they were exactly the same.

I melted some butter in a mug to brush on the bottom of my mini sauce pan. These are a bit more faff than a regular pancake but for tea time they are perfect. These also have a lot less sugar than the bought ones...

Scotch Pancakes

Makes about 15 drop scones 

225g flour
½ tsp bicarbonate of soda
½ tsp cream of tartar
½ tsp baking-powder
1 tbsp syrup
a nut of butter
1 tbsp sugar
1 egg
½ pint fresh milk (approx)

I melt some butter in a mug in the microwave so I can brush it on the frying pan for speed. I use a small frying pan for this and a serving spoon seems to give about the right amount of batter.

1. Mix all the dry ingredients, rub in the butter and add the syrup.

2. Add half the milk, mixing well iwth a wooden spoon, then break in the egg, beat well and add the remaining milk.

3. The mixture should just drop from the spoon (HENCE THE NAME YOU SEE!!!)

4. Allow to stand for 10-15 minutes, no longer.

5. Heat a well-greased pan and when really hot drop the mixture in spoonfuls and bake for about 3 minutes on each side until golden brown (they get quicker each time).

To keep the scones warm and soft wrap in a clean cloth. These are fine re-heated in the toaster the next day. 
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