So. Things to do with:
a) good eggs (see our supply), and
b) a surfeit of late-season passionfruit (again, see our home-grown supply)
while trying to manage a two-year old and a four-week old.
Well, drive yourself slightly insane but ensure you have a good dessert of course.
I may or may not have almost had a meltdown trying to put the two-year old down for his midday nap when he decided to kick-up a stink because I really wanted some me-time to cook… And had my heart set on it and the pastry already in the fridge (think
Anyway, crisis was averted, the two-year old slept and I got to therapeutically mix a lot of butter, sugar, and a bit of passionfruit together to make a tart.
Dinner of course was up to the lovely husband. Because I didn’t care about proper food. Just dessert.
Anyway. Mother of the day award: me.
Two-year old was bribed into perfect behaviour for the rest of the day with the inducement of passionfruit tart (or custard as he called it – where does he get custard?? Kindy I guess??) after dinner. Which he thoroughly enjoyed (I’m normally a no sugar at all for him policy person but my standards are already slipping…).
I enjoyed my piece too.