Alfie is so skinny. When he is in his swimsuit Arabella always says to him, ‘Can you cover up your skeleton?’
But he’s been this way since he was born. In the hospital there were two babies that were over 10lbs, Alfie and a baby girl. Apart from their weight they had little else in common. Alfie was two rulers long and incredibly lean and the other baby was an extremely short but incredibly fat girl with a mop of black hair standing up like iron filings. She had such a huge head she was born by emergency caesarean. (Not that Alfie had a small head – I remember it well; it’s just that because he was longer, the size of his head was less obvious).
Moving forward from birth to nine-years of age, he’s taller than two rulers but he’s even more lean. Last week a teacher at his school came up to him and said, ‘You’re very thin, do they give you enough to eat at home?’
I keep looking out the windows to see if the authorities are coming up the drive.
There is no padlock on my fridge or pantry. We do feed him. We even give him three meals a day. And snacks.
He just doesn’t seem to get hungry. He never asks for food. There’s always so many more interesting things to do than sit down and eat.
When I pick him up from school we walk home along a stretch of shops. As we pass each store, I’ll look in the windows and see something that might tempt him. ‘Would you like a sausage roll?’
‘What about some sushi?’
‘It’s a hot day; how about an ice cream’.
‘I don’t really feel like it’.
‘Would you like a milkshake?’
‘I’m not hungry.’ See, I try.
At the school the teacher who asked him if we feed him has also noticed that he rarely eats the food I send to school. She has introduced a system where he is given his lunch box 10-minutes before the lunch bell rings so he can make a good start on tackling his lunchbox.
And on the home-front I’m also making an effort. His favourite foods are pasta and tacos so every night he’s being given a plate piled high with either of those choices.
When I’m not boiling up pasta or filling tacos, I’m still in the kitchen. My Christmas cakes have been made so it’s time to decorate them. Today I iced and decorated a number of cakes. The first is a snowman cake I made for a friend who has a seven-year old grandson. I thought he’d find it cute.
I learned how to make the snowman by watching a really helpful tutorial on u-tube. It’s only about three-minutes long. Don’t be put off by how quickly the person makes the snowman – like making a Jamie Oliver meal, it took me a lot longer.
My snowman was long and lean like Alfie when he was born but with the heat, he became short, fat and squat like the other 10-pound baby. I do wish I’d taken a photo of him before he morphed from tall and thin to short and squat but alas.
The other cake I made was one for my own family. I wouldn’t dare decorate it with anything other than the little decorations Archie and Arabella chose for me many years ago. They make up a cheap but treasured, odd assortment of Christmas decorations.
The two smaller cakes are thank you gifts. One is for my swimming coach and the other is for Drew’s personal assistant. I have decorated them very simply with a Christmas tree on top of the cake and holly on the sides. If you can roll out fondant and have a cookie cutter you will find this very easy.
If you’d like more detail on how to decorate Christmas cakes in a similar style, you can view my post on Mini-Christmas Cakes.
And as I have several more cakes to decorate, I’m off to buy more fondant. And pasta. And tacos.