What the actual F is unicorn bark? If you’re thinking it’s the sound unicorn makes, you’re on the wrong track. Because when unicorns open their mouths, they don’t bark, they spew forth a flurry of rainbow coloured sprinkles accompanied by angels playing harps. So anyway, what is unicorn bark? I too have asked myself this question many a times, and especially so when I was asked if I could make said unicorn bark for a special little person’s first birthday.
I can hardly believe that today, two years ago, this tiny little bundle came into my life. She was a teeny tiny little pink ball, trying so very hard to open her eyes to see the world she’d been thrusted into. To this day, every night (and probably forever) I still tell her she’s my angel, my baby bunny, my beautiful girl.
I got a slow cooker for Christmas last year. I’m usually anti-having another huge appliance in the kitchen (read: NO Thermomix!) but I’d been sold by the promise that a slow cooker would answer all the big questions in life. The main one being of course: how do I get huge output with as little input as possible? Because that question applies to every single facet of life, amiright??
It’s been about six months since I started down this Yumbox rabbit hole. Am I getting better at it? That I don’t know, but one thing’s for sure – my stash of bento accessories is very quickly consuming precious real estate in my kitchen cupboard! And it’s ALL WORTH IT.
There’s this show on TV at the moment called This Is Us. Have you seen it? It started playing on free-to-air here in Australia probably three months ago. I stumbled upon it purely by accident (believe me, I do not watch TV at night because I’m usually in bed as early as humanly possible but that guy that plays Kevin is kinda hot and so is Peter Petrelli that actor Milo whatever the dad on the show) a month or so ago and oh my god you guys, it is one of the best shows I’ve ever seen.
(Stay with me, we’ll get to the frittata).
I haven’t been out to a nice dinner without kids for – wait a minute, I haven’t even been out to a not-that-nice dinner without the kids – such a long time that I hardly remembered how to behave. In the elegant surroundings of 12-micron, I twitched and fidgeted and tried to act tres cool – a dead giveaway that I was disproportionately excited to be dressed up, child-free, and enjoying the most beautiful food I’ve had in a very very long time.