E Wears The Pants, I Wear The Apron

I enjoyed the public holiday yesterday (Happy Birthday, Your Majesty). We didn't really do very much, but it was a relaxing doing nothing, not a boring doing nothing. In the evening I went to take out the garbage, and realised that it was the first time I had stepped outside all day. We just pottered around the house, doing our own thing. Even though we were not really 'together', it was nice just knowing E was in the other room. Little e was splitting her time between E and I, crawling about getting into everything.

Throwing all regard for traditional gender roles to the wind, E spent the afternoon wielding an electric drill, and I spent the afternoon cooking. I got given an electric drill two Christmas' ago, but have never used it. I really have no idea how to use it, even if I wanted to. It looks so complicated-- a million different bits, but with no instructions. I can see that it would be a handy skill to learn, but to be honest, it's not high on my list of priorities.

It is however, high on E's list, and sick of trying to get me to use the thing, she took matters in to her own hands. Unlike me, she is willing to give new things a crack, and I was very impressed to see her figure out how to use it. Her first job was putting up some curtain hooks in little e's room.

Meanwhile, I stuck to what I was good at, and cooked up a big pot of stew. Basically a bunch of lamb bones, with onions, garlic, ginger potato, kidney beans, tomatoes, curry, garam masala, cumin and paprika, simmered for hours. Topped with fresh coriander and served with rice. Not a bad creation, if I do say so myself. I named it "Bag-o-Bones Stew".