I’m presently at a place called Center Parcs. I’m sure you’ve heard of it. It’s where sane people go to live a life completely set apart from reality.
As a person who lives in a house with no garden, a front door that opens onto the footpath, and slap bang in the centre of Sheffield, a rural holiday in Sherwood Forest is as far removed from my life as you can get. Add to it that the Center Parcs experience is, as described by my friend Maria, akin to a cult experience and you will understand how removed from Sanity I presently feel.
It’s not a bad insanity. It’s just weird. The park life is centred around the bicycle. You cycle everywhere. In fact you feel guilty about being inside. I’m presently lay on the bed in front of Escape to the Country writing this on my iPad and feel my inner conscience screaming “why aren’t you playing Tennis surrounded by wild hares” and “you should be canoeing with the local ducks”. It gets to you.
I have been chowing down on my epic banana bread. That Kitchenaid seemed to give it an extra dose of fabulous. I love that bad boy. I have been trying to cook in our little home away from home. To say that this is supposed to accommodate families with little kids, being a one bed unit with a camp bed, I don’t know how anyone would be able to cook for a growing family O’s beyond me. It’s like using equipment for an A La Carte Kitchen when we were kids. Teeny tiny pans. I tried making fajitas. It was a crowded frying pan to say the least. There is no milk pan or ladle, so soup has been a messy endeavour. Chicken in tarragon sauce tonight. Can’t wait to see how this pans out!
But all in all it’s been a great mini-break. Spa sessions on a couple of days, relaxing the heck out of me. I’m pretty relaxed.
This weekend it’s gonna be serious bonding time with my Kitchenaid. I have nicknamed it Cilla, as it’s red, but I think it’s just Kitchenaid in common parlance. I’m unable to personalise it.
I tell you. We will have so much fun together, I bought the iPad with me, intent to Catch Up on some Ina. Stupid wifi here is too slow to cope. I’m a bit peeved that Food Network is easing off its constant screenings of Ina, no longer is 7 til 8pm totally Ina-tastic. That Man vs Food seems to be slowly etching it’s way to steal real cooking’s place. It’s a grotesque programme, a love letter to gluttony. Urgh.
Any hoo, I’m hosting brunch Saturday. No clue what to make. Any ideas? Drop me a line. Perhaps some form of frittata, or granola? I’m working it out in my head. Don’t want to go mad, as people will just not eat it and I’ll be stuck with a cold omelette in my fridge till I chuck it out. Gross.
Right folks, I’m off for a final spa session before the off tomorrow. Bring on the relaxation!
Blog later folks.
– If ever in doubt, just ask yourself- What Would Ina Do? You can bet your bottom dollar it would involve Hydrangeas and Homosexuals