I have moved over to WhittereronAutism.com. Please follow the link to find me there. Hope to see you after the jump! :)

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Sweet and Sour



A very long time ago, my mum would meet her chum [translation = British] for coffee in Dingles. [translation = a department store in the House of Fraser chain] Every Thursday morning after she had completed her shopping, there they would sit, to chat. Very occasionally, I would accompany her. During their chat I would nibble sugar lumps surreptitiously. [translation = delusions of invisibility were quite possibly a foreshadowing of my future existence]

Some time during the intervening years, I found that I lost my sweet tooth. Despite this loathing of all things sweet, I took up the hobby of sugar craft in my late thirties, at about the same time as multiples of very small people also entered my life. [translation = 3 babies in 34 months]
One day, a pal of mine came over to visit for coffee. [translation = American] She leant against the kitchen counter as I scrambled around my house chasing the aforementioned small people. Because I had a small galley kitchen, I was always at pains to keep the counters clutter free to increase the available working space. Behind her, at the back of the counter, I had a large collection of sugar creations in the process of being created, together with the tools necessary for such a hobby. [translation = very fiddling, time consuming hobby] Otherwise the space was clear which meant that the sugar animals stood out in stark relief against the cream coloured walls. She admired my handiwork and then asked how such delicate confectionaries remained in tact? How come they were not all smashed, eaten or stolen by the little sweetnesses in my life? [translation = the aforementioned children] I muttered something about the height of the counter and a certain lack of climbing skills but I knew that this wasn’t strictly true. [translation = my three year old daughter was a climber, early, but she understood that touching was not permitted]

Later, when she had left, I had a nano second to consider why it might be, that my sons were not interested in stealing the sugar animals that I have made so lovingly for a birthday cake? I hunted for my inner child that I carelessly mislaid a couple of centuries ago.


Did they hate sugar like me? That must be it! Somehow it did not ring true. I was unable to recall any children who ever refused sugar. Perhaps they thought they were real toys and not made of sugar? I tried to think of any child that would not be lured by the sight of a toy on the kitchen counter. I was unable to recall any children would be able to resist the temptation of a new toy either. Were they simply too short to see the back of the counter? I hunkered down on the floor and looked up at the counter to check. No, a perfect view of lots of colourful, adorable animals made of sugar. I lay on the floor instead just to check the view. I was unable to see the sugar animals which made me feel much better. I lay there for a little longer waiting for waves of relief to wash over me. Unfortunately my floorboards turned out to be wave free, so I stood up instead. [translation = also to avoid being trampled by the stampede of small feet en route to the dinosaur collection]



To this day, I still find it odd that despite my innate love of ‘whodunnits’ I failed to investigate this more fully. [translation = denial?]

7 comments:

Genevieve Choate said...

That's a cute little pig -- not to be confused with Homer's spider pig!

Amazing you have the focus and patience for those creations. I get frustrated just frosting a cake, much less making fantastic sugar creatures.

Got pictures of any others you've done?

~g

natterandramblings said...

Hi, How's your belly for spots mate?

Not only can you bake and icing a cake, you can do sugar creations too? Wicked!! You have skilled hands.

Cheers!

Dan said...

Ooooo ... maybe some kids can resist those sugar animals but I can. Please send some! Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with lots of sugar on top? :)

farmwifetwo said...

Now I can see what was.... and how I missed it.

Linda said...

How on earth do you juggle a house full of children who no doubt keep you running and find the time to create such delicate and adorable little creatures?

Of course, I am quite partial to flying pigs - especially pink ones so there would be no way that I would be able to keep my hands off of the little fella were I within reaching distance! Good thing I am clear across the country in Connecticut.

Jeni said...

Those are some really incredible creations and I marvel first at your base ability to make them and secondly, to be able to do that with three children around - especially the type with the curiosity levels yours do have - aside from apparently NOT being fascinated or in love with sugar though. Although -their lack of "seeing" them - kind of like my Princess Maya here who can be standing right beside a particular toy, or her blanket or binky and you tell her to pick it up and she can and will look right past it! Go figure, huh?
And then, there are other things that catch her eye immediately and you play hell trying to keep her little fingers out of it or away from it - especially true with Grammie's computer, mouse, keyboard!

EE said...

I wouldn't be able to keep my "piggies" off of those creations!
Great post!!!
Thanks for the kind words on my blog.

 
AddThis Social Bookmark Button