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Beautifully sunny. I wanted to get there early – we always arrive there a bit late than desired (around 9:30) & I fear that I miss out on some of the early customers, the types that seem to have a shopping mission like for a party that night & are looking to buy big cakes.
So the alarm clock goes off at 7am. To my devious pleasure, it was my turn to wake my toddler up – normally it’s the other way around, with him tapping my face continuously & to my annoyance until I wake up from my deepest of sleep that my body needs more of.
The plan was to leave at 8, but it ends up being 8:30. Getting him dressed, brushing his teeth (which is currently a nightmare with tears), getting myself ready, eat a bit of breakfast, loading the goods in to the car… D drives everytime, bless him – he only complained only once within this last year, & that was when he was fed up after a careless car hit his rear lights while stopping at a signal.
Once there at the market (where the stall structure is already up & is supplied with the table), it takes 30 minutes to set up my goods. I had a big puffa coat on, which makes me look like a Michelin Man, a Mini Me version of, but it’s difficult to move my arms efficiently, so for the ‘set up’ I took it off. I was moving around anyway so I didn’t feel too cold.
BUT, from around 12 I started to feel ill. My throat hurt & I was hotting up. Drowsiness & feverishness. I ask for the strongest medicine from the pharmacy. My ears started to ring, & at this point I thought I might faint (which, my close friends & family would tell you is quite commonplace – I’ve fainted in clubs, bars, pubs & on the street… although these were due to alcohol & lack of food in the stomach! Just one glass at the wrong time can do it).
I ask Bart, my stall neighbour on my left to help me with the stall. Such a nice guy. Chef/ owner Rogerio from Armadillo made me hot lemon & honey. But by 3pm I was still not feeling any better & Zita urges me to call D for help. He was at Barbican which is not so far away, so he came to the rescue straight away. He helped me pack up, & we left with still quite a few items left.
By the time we were in the car, I had lost my voice completely – which D jokes is actually rather nice for a change! Pah!
This week, I’d like to write about how my week goes:
Monday & Tuesday & Wednesday:
We go to Mother & Toddler Groups. Monday & Wednesday is to the English one, & on Tuesday it is a Japanese one where we get to sing songs, & do many other Japanesey activities. This way our Kids can experience a Japanese environment to not to forget its language & culture.
After my Kid goes to sleep, I do some chocolate work such as tempering & molding the mendiants. I also fiddle about with various bits & bobs like prepare the food trays, get the bags ready, etc. It’s usually 9pm to 11pm.
We go shopping for the fresh ingredients like raspberries, eggs, butter, cream. I go with my Kid, & it is fun but slightly stressful. He is at a stage where he wants to ‘help‘ me, y’know ‘be mummy’s little helper‘ (which is sweet), but infact I worry that he might knock a glass jar from the shelf. Or start putting all sorts in to the trolly until its madness. There is me shouting his name loud, trying to keep control… So mumsy, I know… I remember wincing at ‘em mums when I was young & single, thinking ‘Can’t you control your own kid’ & ‘I’ll never be like that when I become a mother’. *Just wait til you’ve got kids…*
- After that the tart dough is made & clingfilmed for the vital fridge-rest for atleast 6 hours. I also pipe & roll the ganache for the truffles. It is kept in the fridge so that I can temper the chocolate for coating them at night.
Once D sends our Kid to sleep, the kitchen marathon begins (I find that it really is a sport – my kitchen is designed badly & I end up circling the table in the middle of the room – just like the film ‘Kitchen Stories‘). I roll the tart casings, make the Gateaux Basque dough, prepare the tins for the chocolate cakes, etc.
My parents look after my child. They tend to get out of the house & go to a shopping centre like Brent Cross, to Activity Centres, or go to a park from the morning. I am very lucky. I know it & I appreciate it. I can bake without interuption. When they return home around 2pm, my Kid is happily napping in the car seat after a good day out, who I then lift out of the car slowly & carry to bed.
- My day is spent whipping up a storm in the kitchen. It’s usually 9am to 12pm (with lunch & dinner breaks inbetween).
Market 9am – 4pm. Most of the time I go straight home, but once in a while I might have friends who would visit me & we have a drink in the local called The Dove which is on the market street. Or visit friends’ place for a bit with D & Junior.
The weekend day. We tend to make the most of it & do family stuff like go to a nice park together… I would prefer to have a Sunday-lie-in but it’s just impossible with our Kid waking us up early & promptly no matter what… *sigh*…