Every Wednesday night, at around 8 o’clock, The Mother-in-Law’s House becomes a centre for yoga practice for the friends, lovers and key-holders of milady’s manor. The Husband and I retreat downstairs after wrestling cuddling the children to sleep, and then empty the living room of all signs of daytime life. The Mother-in-Law hoovers, I make […]
Category Archives: Snacks
Spring Rolls
It has been a testing time at The Mother-in-Law’s House. My funny, bright and beautiful daughter had her fourth birthday; a time that inspires a mother with bountiful joy and endless happy, watery memories of her child’s wonderful beginnings on this earth. And yet whilst I was icing her NOT-PINK cake, and wrapping her NOT-PINK […]
Orange & Fennel Pickled Herrings with Fennel & Caraway Kichelach (Biscuits)
The Mother-in-Law has been on the move. She went (to New York), came (home) and went again (to London). And she’s been gone for some weeks. It’s probably for the best that she’s scarpered though, given that both children are potentially harbouring chicken pox somewhere beneath their sweet-smelling, peachy skin. Yes, I’m sure a bout […]
Orange & Fennel Pickled Herrings with Fennel & Caraway Kichelach (Biscuits)
The Mother-in-Law has been on the move. She went (to New York), came (home) and went again (to London). And she’s been gone for some weeks. It’s probably for the best that she’s scarpered though, given that both children are potentially harbouring chicken pox somewhere beneath their sweet-smelling, peachy skin. Yes, I’m sure a bout […]
Latkes
We’re having a party. A Chanukah party. In The Mother-in-Law’s House. As any abiding and courtly daughter-in-law would do, I asked The Mother-in-Law if we could invite a few family members and friends round to celebrate the most popular winter festival in the Jewish social calendar. And honestly, it was just as much a surprise […]
Satay Popcorn
For the last two months, The Mother-in-Law’s boyfriend, The Psychotherapist, has been living with us. Until now. It was only ever going to be temporary but he moved out early one morning after a late-night bust-up. (If you could call arguing with a psychotherapist a bust-up.) He’s gone to stay with another therapist. I’m sure they’ll […]