It's time to get things started
On the most sensational, inspirational, celebrational, Muppetational
This is what we call the Auntie Show!
A slightly abridged version using the lyrics in the least purest form but I have begun singing this to myself whilst driving between the family over the weekend. This Easter has been a stonker, it started in Bedfordshire on Friday, with our movements taking us South to Chichester to visit Parents and play with a batch of the junior clan (aka youngest nephew and niece). My little nephew took an instant liking to Man during the weekend and developed much of a small boy crush, only wanting to hang out and do things with him. Man, along with nephew's father seemed to be the only ones capable of getting one small boy to search for Kinder Eggs - if he wasn't omitting squeals of delight at finding an egg or toy, he was running between the two men, trying to get them interested in his toys.
Sadly, there is no rest for the Auntie. I'm currently playing to a full house of the medium clan (aka oldest nephew and niece) in Berkshire. So far today we've played Cricket which I was terrible at, as I simply cannot throw the ball gently without it just plopping on the ground with no bounce. We've moved on to (and got bored of) Rounders which isn't easy when there is only THREE of you playing and now we're on to the latest fad, (which throws me a little), called Squeebles. This entails the constant use of my name, in a semi-high pitched whine, every couple of minutes, followed by a request for a Times Table answer such as 'What x 6 = 36' or 'What is 10 x 12?' Fortunately I have honed a fairly successful technique to approaching a mathematical problem by simply asking the question in a different way with a sage nod. Thus far it has saved me from getting out the calculator.
After a morning of bonkers activity, several sessions of tears interspersed with 'I hate you, you're a horrible brother/sister' and probably the largest overdose of chocolate [I've decided next year, every nephew and niece will only be allowed ONE egg, as this will hopefully avoid further sugar rushes]; it was time to wind down. I sat them down with some fish and animal moulds, plaster of paris and relevant measuring, receptacles whilst I had a short ponder on what we were going to eat for lunch. Both niece and nephew asked for Spaghetti Bolognese or Italian Meatballs (my versions are up their as one of their favourites - phew) but I knew that required ingredients were not in the fridge.
With limited time before sugar rush crash followed by insatiable appetites; along with the knowledge that my nephew had reprimanded me last time when lunchtime was served late [Auntie Bee, please can you have food ready for us at lunchtime next time']. I realised I need to move quick and with no mince beef in the fridge, there were limited 'quick win' options. But then it dawned on me when I spied the remainder of last night's Risotto, the answer lay in Arancini Balls [see recipe here]. Who doesn't love a little deep fat fried food, surely even the toughest critics in my life would too?!
These little balls of delight happen to also be a great way of getting fish into a meal and you shouldn't hear any of the usual responses about the food tasting too fishy. In fact, today I was incredibly bold and passed off the 'orange bits' as fried rice that were already inside the balls. The fact that on cutting the balls in half, oozing out from the centre was a lovely dollop of mozzarella, seemed to quell any further or potential 'salmon' unrest! We managed to eat the token salad plus two large Arancini each and high praise from my niece that the meal was 8 out of 10, to which my nephew concurred before both getting down to play together 'quietly'.
Clearly they have all rebooted and I think it is time for the Auntie Show to open once more ... here we go, let's raise the curtain once more!