Tuesday, 31 July 2018

Beef Bourguignon

I really love my slow cooker in winter.
Case in point? Tonight's dinner! I made beef bourguignon and it was amazing! It was so tasty and the aromatic goodness could be smelled from the sidewalk outside our house!
I served it with sourdough baguette, as Tuesday night's are busy in this house!


INGREDIENTS

100g bacon, chopped

1.5kg beef, diced (I use chuck or gravy, whichever is cheapest)

1 cup dry red wine

2 cups chicken stock

1/2 cup tomato sauce

1/4 cup soy sauce

1/4 cup plain flour

3 garlic cloves, finely chopped (add more to taste)

2 tbspn thyme

5 carrots, sliced

500g baby potatoes, halved

200g mushrooms, sliced

METHOD:

  1. In a large frying pan, cook bacon over medium high heat until crisp. Put bacon in slow cooker. Salt and pepper the beef and add to the skillet and sear on each side for 2-3 minutes. Transfer beef to the slow cooker.

  2. Add the red wine to the frying pan, scraping down the brown bits on the side. Allow it to simmer and reduce and slowly add chicken stock, tomato sauce and soy sauce. Slowly whisk in the flour. Add the sauce to the slow cooker.

  3. Add garlic, thyme, carrots, potatoes, and mushrooms to the slow cooker. Give it a good stir and cook on low until beef is tender - low for 8-10 hours or high for 6 hours.

NOTE: if making dump bags, put all ingredients into a large bowl to cool before putting in bag. Omit potatoes, they don't freeze well (add fresh when cooking). 

Enjoy.

- L. x

Sunday, 22 July 2018

Perfectionism.

I loathe perfectionism.

This trimester of uni is grueling. The content is so dry, that after a conversation with one of my lecturers, I told myself I wouldn't focus on grades for these mundane units.
Who am I kidding?! This unscrupulous trait of mine is debilitating, the HDs often feel like my only success at the end of a productive, fruitful trimester. But even then, I feel like a failure.
Perfectionism is no blessing. Being a high achiever, loving success? That's a blessing. Perfectionism is nothing more than self-loathing, masquerading as a desire for success. It doesn't matter how many mentors praise your abilities and offer to assist you with getting a contract at the completion of your degree, you never feel good enough. I never feel good enough. This is especially horrendous when course material is so dry, no technique will help me absorb it. I'm doomed!

If im being honest, I would sink into a pit of hell were it not for Tyler. Despite his incessant chatter, myriad of appointments and extra-curricular activities, he keeps me sane. Keeps me from going days without sleep, showers and conversation. 🤢

Seriously, can I graduate already?!! University is destroying my soul. At least I can manage this disgraceful behaviour under normal life conditions. 😖🍫🍷🍸🍹

End rant, fuelled by the realisation that most of the elements in this article are my life.

- L. x

Wednesday, 13 June 2018

Split Pea & Ham Soup

I love pea and ham soup, which is a strange concept for someone who detests peas!
However, I have never made it myself, until today. This is pretty much your standard recipe, found everywhere. I just tweaked it marginally, because it's how I roll. 😂

INGREDIENTS:
500g split green peas, rinsed thoroughly and drained (pick out gross bits as they float)
1 ham hock, around 700g (meaty preferred)
3 carrots, diced
1 potato, diced
2-3 stalks celery, diced
3 cloves garlic, crushed
1 onion, diced
1 tbspn olive oil
1L reduced salt chicken stock (plus 1L water)
1 bay leaf
Salt and pepper, to season

METHOD:
Heat large pan over medium heat with oil. Add onion and garlic, cook until translucent. Add remaining ingredients, then cover and simmer for 2.5 hours, stirring occasionally (make sure you shift the stuff settling on the bottom).
Remove bay leaf and hock, then blend the soup, or mash for a chunkier consistency. Remove skin and fat from hock, then roughly chop the meat before returning to soup.
Best served with fresh sourdough. Yummm! 


Enjoy!

- L. x

Monday, 14 May 2018

One time, at band camp...

One day I realised it was week 10, in an 11 week trimester, and that I only have three trimesters until I graduate.
I pooped my pants a little bit.

The idea of being a mum AND a graduate teacher is actually terrifying. What if I don't get a contract? What if I suck and every prin in the state laughs at my resume? WHAT IF I HAVE A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN IN FOURTH YEAR?!!!!

Okay, so that's real terror. I've lost my appetite, that's how nervous I am. Yet it's still 18 months away! I need help. From professionals. With straight jackets. Why are straight jackets called straight jackets, anyway? They don't even keep you straight, they make you permanently hug yourself. Well, that's what they do in movies!

Also, one day I'm going to leave my phone's corrections in place and see what crazy messages it thinks I want to convey.

Yeah, I'm scattered today. Hello fifty million things on my mind, and only one brain to process it all! I need coffee.

Time to go feed the Spawn. Been a bad mum of late. Baaaaaad mum. She's a, baaaaaaaad mum.

Told you, utterly bonkers!

L. x

Thursday, 8 March 2018

International Women's Day

A lot of mothers and women are writing posts today, justifying their actions as a woman. I highly anticipate the day this becomes unnecessary, and hope that my son never question a woman's motives. What they do is their choice, just as his actions are his own choices.

However, I too am jumping on to justify myself, as a woman and a mother.

When I found out I was pregnant with Bean (aww, throwback!), I immediately thought of all the crappy things my parents did, that I would never even contemplate. I remember resenting my mother for working when I was a kid - probably more of a tween, actually. So I decided I would not work. Didn't know how I'd make things work, being a single mother, but I didn't want to dump my baby into childcare and have them resent me as their only parent.

Then I actually had Spawn and after a few months, realised I didn't resent my mother for WORKING, I resented her for making me babysit my baby brothers while she did things after work. They were literally babies; there's a 10 and 11 year gap between us. What 12-13 year old really likes babies??? Especially babies that keep you from your friends. Blergh! Once I came to this realisation, I realised that working is what I needed to do to become a good parent. Well, that and the fact that sitting around doing nothing but clean vomit and change nappies was sending me bonkers. The sedentary life is not the life for me!

So at 18 months, Spawn went to childcare, after I made the selfish decision to relocate across country in Perth. I got a job, it sucked, the boss was a douche, but I was working, making a living, and having adult interactions - yay! Since that moment, I have made several decisions that have been deemed 'selfish'. Yet if I were a single dad, there would be nothing but praise for these decisions!
Making a big move? WHOA! You've got balls, mate!
Going back to study? Kudos to you, buddy! All the best!
Working and parenting?! Slay it, bro!
Going back to study, again?! HOLY SHIT DUDE! YOU'RE A ROCKSTAR! How do you do it?!

However as a woman, my ability to parent comes into question. Of course, there are those who praise my achievements, and these people rock! But there are the downers. Those who tell me to stop being selfish and start putting Spawn first. "Why are you studying when you could be spending that money on private tuition for Spawn?" "Don't you feel crap when you have to sacrifice fun time with Spawn in order to study?" "How do you survive placements, then come home and parent? Do you really feel like you're giving both roles the effort they deserve?"

NEWSFLASH, buddy. I receive a scholarship because I kick butt. I'm in a program for EXCEPTIONAL pre-service teachers. I have been invited into the Golden Key honour society. I have a child with autism and behavioural issues, who is BEHAVING AND DOING WELL AT SCHOOL. I have a child who, despite his circumstances, is well mannered, makes friends, and makes the best out of all possible situations. A child who is so damn determined, it actually scares me. A child who looks up to me and tells me he wants to be "just like Mum when I grow up". I am his role model. This kid who is so damn critical of society, deems me worthy of being a role model.
Sure, he criticises me for raising him without a father. He constantly asks when I'm going to buy a house, or get my hair done again, because it's "looking a little crazy, mum". But he respects me (most of the time) and is the first person to tell me I'm awesome and give me a 'dab five'.

So yeah, I'm killing it at this thing called life. I'm a kickass single mum, a determined university student, an ambitious go-getter, a special needs advocate, and most importantly, a woman who can roar!
So, ROAR, bitches. F**king ROAR.

Peace out.

- L. x

Friday, 26 January 2018

School funding is a double-edged sword.

In Spawn's first year of school, we applied for funding, due to his 'severe behaviour'. I know that in different states and countries, the process is different, but I'm sure there is one consistent aspect across the board: it's hard. Emotionally, having to constantly discuss and read about how terribly behaved your child can be, among other flaws, is heartbreaking. It has been two years since I discovered Spawn's application for funding was granted, after six months of hell.

The process for funding took twice as long as Spawn's ASD diagnosis, which was conducted immediately prior to the funding application began. I commend the school for being on the ball and getting things rolling as soon as they could, but as a parent, this double whammy broke me in ways that I don't think I will ever recover from. I ended 2015 with symptoms much like those who suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder. Legit. I was treated as if I had PTSD, and there was only one small aspect of my sanity that gave my psych pause to officially diagnose. Two years on, I am doing better, but the scars are still there. They will always be there. 2015 can kiss my arse, even now, in 2018.

Now that a little back story has been established, let me get to the heart of this rant/word vomit/expelling of bad juju. I am grateful for the school working tirelessly to get Spawn funding. I am grateful to the department of education for seeing Spawn's need for funding and actually approving the application: this is not something the DoE does lightly, after all. For this reason, I know that many families miss out on this funding, which impacts on the education of so many students. It's hard. There are so many cracks. For example, Spawn has ASD, but we did not apply on the grounds of his ASD diagnosis, for we would have been rejected. The criterion are so stringent, it's actually ridiculous! We applied under severe behaviour, as Spawn's behaviour was so severe during that first year of school that he only attended school for a couple of full days a week, with the remaining being half days. He had drawn blood from his teacher, caused his class to be evacuated, and literally been dragged from school over the shoulder of the vice-principal. OMG, I'm getting a little emotional just THINKING about that year. Even now, whenever the school calls me, my first thought is, "oh no, what has he done now?!" Fortunately, the school is quick to let me know if it isn't bad news, having known how bad things once were. I was on a first name basis with the school admin a lot quicker than most.

Due to the hard work, absolute terror and horrific reports I had to read, I get a little funny about Spawn's school funding. As a pre-service teacher, I understand how having a student with funding in the class can benefit many, but as a parent, I don't want my child to miss out because of others. Having other unfunded students piggybacking off of Spawn's funding is all well and good, but where do you draw the line?! At what point do you, as a parent, step in and be like, "ENOUGH. How many complex students do you want to piggyback off of my child's funding?! Don't you think this might be detrimental to MY son's education?!" As I have mentioned, I worked hard for that. I endured things no parent/carer should have to endure, all in the hopes it would provide my child with better opportunities moving forward. It has, by the way. Education support staff are amazing. Spawn had this one lady supporting him for nearly two years and she was amazing. She saw him that first year, and was with him as he changed for the better. Spawn has come so far that it's mindblowing, but does that mean that the support worker working with him this year will be asked to spend more time with other students? Sure these students need help, otherwise they wouldn't be getting it. But will this have a negative impact on Spawn? His behaviour last year went downhill and part of me wonders if that is because so many students with additional needs were lugged into his class in order to piggyback off of Spawn's funding. Just because Spawn has learned to mimic more appropriate classroom behaviours, does not mean he does not need the funding. For Spawn, working to behave appropriately is a task that requires constant focus, as his brain is always working so fast, the result of both his ADHD and giftedness. I feel that if Spawn is neglected, for even a little while, it will take twice as long to rebuild those appropriate mindsets for the classroom. Perhaps Spawn will think it normal that he adapt for awhile, then lapse back into his old way of behaving as soon as the teacher isn't looking (so to speak). This actually terrifies me, on a level I am not sure I'm ready to comprehend. I considered changing schools last year; seriously considered it. I thought it might be better to send Spawn to a school more understanding of funding and special needs children. However, Spawn loves his school, so we are giving it this year to see how things go. I have spoken to a few schools and know our options, but hopefully I don't need to go down this path. For the most part, I do like our school's community. It's a great little school most of the time. :)

So this is the vicious cycle of school funding. The department of education really needs to get their act together and figure out a way to adequately fund all students who need assistance. In doing so, students who DO get funding will not be forced to miss out due to teachers and schools trying to service the needs of many with funding meant to service one.
Do not even get me started on the fact that parents have no say in how a school spends funding they receive for students. I don't know if this isn't a common thing, but where I live, it's how it works and I think it sucks; as both a parent AND a pre-service teacher.

On the topic of pre-service teaching, I'm doing my next placement in February; two weeks after school starts back. At a school with only 100 students. This will be interesting! ;)

If you got this far, thanks for reading. Feel free to share advice and tips for dealing with this: I welcome all advice! :)

- L. x