Leanne's mum makes the best puddings, and it's a tradition to let the 'kids' choose their favorite for family meal times. On arrival in NZ, somehow I lucked out as it was my favorite on the menu - deep dish apple pie (a modest favorite, I admit, but I love appley things). I managed to get on the list of choosers after about 14 years of being with Leanne, an exclusive list, it may even be easier to become a member of the Middlesex Cricket Club at Lords.
Anyway - the other night it was Leanne's and her sister's choices (yes that's right TWO puddings), lemon souffle (Leanne) and chocolate mousse aka chateau collier (sister's). There wasn't much left of either.
In our defense for having eaten both puddings, we have been working incredibly hard with all our stuff; it all came out of storage, was sorted in what we have termed our life laundry, and is on the high seas as I type. Please can everyone cast a safety spell on our stuff - it's taken years to accumulate so many bits and bobs, it would be a shame for the container to fall off the ship into an ocean.
The packing boys were fabulous, Sam and Thomas, with Halley (after the comet) joining them on day two. No safety shoes (in the NZ tradition), but they were very engaging and fun, and efficient at their job. They were fueled by pies, filled rolls, chips and donuts washed down with fizzy pop and juice.
We are sure to find the weirdest stuff has been packed, we said "not that shelf/pile", but we later discovered the shelf empty and the pile gone. Oh well, on arrival in NZ the best discovery was the brown jam jar with no lid. I actually found the infamous jam jar before the packers arrived, and placed it firmly in the recycling bin to ensure it wasn't returned. On second thoughts - the recycling collection is in 2 days, I might go back and get it. Ha ha.
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