The perfect single parent is supposed to be a master of everything with the patience of a Saint. The worlds greatest multitasker. Oh I wish.
This perfect single parent often feels like a master of nothing. In one particular area I take the master of nothing to new heights. Baking!!
How difficult can it be to bake a decent apple crumble.
Over the last two weeks I have tried and tried again and tried again.
Effort 1: Not enough sugar, inedible.
Effort 2: Too much sugar, inedible.
Effort 3: Dropped crumble onto floor before it made it to the oven.
Effort 4: Burnt, inedible.
Effort 5: Cat caught eating crumble mix, inedible on hygiene grounds. (A positive really as the cat is not dead yet).
Effort 6: Made crumble but realised we have run out of apples.
Finally my son, who is the voice of reason in this house, instructs me to just go and buy a ready made apple crumble from the shop. So after two weeks we have finally an edible apple crumble on the table. One small problem. I never checked to make sure we had any custard or ice cream in, and guess what….
Over all these disasters I unusually never lost my temper once. Just maybe I’m becoming a master of patience.