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I can cook yummy food (and I love that I can edit and remove stupid things I say the next day)

I'd said I'd come back with recipe after my last post and while the space I'm in is probably worse then before I have been determined to come up with something yum.

Yesterday I made a dairy free banana bread that we could only eat today as it had to be refridgerated. It was a bit sweet and someone else's recipe, so I'll give you the link if you want it. Alexander loves the banana bread. I also made whole-wheat sweet potato cookies. I need to perfect the recipe before I share it. That being said the yumminess of these cookies has meant there aren't many left.

Thursdays are student house family dinner, meaning we have the students over to our section of the house and I cook. The cooking was a nightmare experience as Emiel was at surf coaching and I had Alexander and Beatrice both needing me. Let me tell you what I managed to do in an hour:
I started the sauce for the pasta with Alexander on my hip or on the counter.
I then made popcorn to keep him happy. Back to the sauce.
Beatrice wakes up and wants a bottle.
Finishing adding ingredients.
Start the mixture for the yummiest chocolately cupcake things.
Start feeding Beatrice her bottle.
Add more stuff to sauce and cake batter.
More bottle to Bea.
Leave sauce to simmer.
Fill cupcake silicone tray and place in oven.
More Bottle to Bea.
All the way through this I took pictures which I'll post at a later stage. And Alexander played drums on the walls and with some of our housemates kids.

I'm really spent, so I might fall asleep typing this.

1 cup pureed beetroot
200mls brown sugar
1/2 a very overripe banana
25mls soya milk
Mix
225mls white bread flour (its what i have)
50 or 60 mls cocoa
5mls baking powder
2mls salt
Mix to the wet stuff.
Bake in a preheated oven at 180 C Celsius or 350 F I think, for as long as it takes to halod its shapes when pressed.
Makes 12

They were yummy and I had fun making up the recipe.

If this post is incoherent I'm really tired.
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