My dearest Pretty Girl and Handsome
When I was a little girl there were some things that my daddy used to do over and over again. Like when we were sick he used to bring us a giant coke and a giant packet of chips and put it next to our beds. And when we were writing a test he used to say “Now, Think! Concentrate! Read the questions carefully, say a little prayer and good luck!”
Some things he still likes to do today, like playing Mariah Carey really loud, really early on Christmas morning to wake us up. (Grandpa does this over the phone if we are not actually there, but so far we have been able to protect you from this madness.)
These things that people do over and over again can be called madness like I just said, but sometimes these things and the people who do them creep into our hearts and we come to love them even when they are terribly annoying and then we call them family traditions.
You guys have a tradition with your daddy too. Every morning while you are still warm from bed and adorably sleepy the three of you make your way to the lounge. Daddy covers you with a blanket and makes you both a mug of milo, with a rusk. You are both dunkers, and so you dunk your rusks into daddy’s coffee. (I really am not a dunker which is probably why I prefer to drink my coffee in bed where you can’t reach it.) I love that you have lots of these kind of things to do with daddy, because it makes me very certain that when I go on my amazing adventure next week that the three of you will be just fine.
Pretty Girl, I know that you are feeling a little sad, but what I hope you remember from this trip is not that I am leaving, but that I am going to do the very thing that makes Mommy Mommy. And I hope that me doing this will help you to learn that as you grow up and look for your place in this world, that you need to look for the very thing that will help make you you.
Please try to remember to do your homework, and practice your trampoline routine. Try to show good manners, I know you have them, to all those fantastic mommies who are looking after you. Try not to tease your brother, he really doesn’t like that, and pick up your towel after bathing because when you don’t it drives daddy nuts. Go and be amazing, wonderful child.
Handsome, I know that you have no clue what it going on, and that’s okay. Don’t draw on yourself, rather draw on paper. Don’t play with Lego outside, it’s very expensive and very small and very hard to find at night. Sisters are for loving not for annoying. And no, you may not have chocolate for breakfast even if you ask daddy. Rock on my little man.
Before you can say From Plate to Page, I will be back at home.
My precious kiddos, I love you with a crazy-mad-mammas-only kind of loving.
All my love, Mom
- In a large pot, melt the margarine.
- Add the sugar and the vanilla essence and bring to a gentle boil.
- Remove from the heat and whisk in the buttermilk.
- Whisk in the eggs.
- In a very large mixing bowl, place the remaining dry ingredients.
- Add the buttermilk mix to the flour mix and bring together well until you can no longer see bits of flour.
- Divide the mixture between two greased and lined oven trays.
- Bake at 180˚C for about 45 minutes until baked through.
- Remove from the oven and allow to cool.
- Cut the rusks to size and place on baking sheets.
- Place in a warm oven, about 70-100˚Celsius depending on your oven and allow to dry out. I usually put mine in at 70˚and leave them in overnight.
- Seal in airtight containers.