Ballets and all

Today I finally got off my very heavy derrier, taking the initiative to take the car out of our driveway to actually take the kids somewhere.

I took them to visit nearby playschool. While J & M played, the principal and I chatted about teaching kids and bringing them up, amongst other things. Other things, being the issue of homeschooling! As a teacher with many years experience, specialing in early childhood development, she firmly believes kids learn best from each other in a school environment. Socialising with the good and bad peers is crucial in the process of learning, she says. Also a great chance for J & M to learn about their Asian culture and language, which is currently, completely foreign to them. I completely and wholeheartedly agree with this. There isn't a flaw in that arguement, what's so ever. Is there?

HOWEVER, the first problem I find with schools in this country in general, is not so much the negative influences of their peers so prevalent now but ironically, with the teachers. Specifically primary school teachers! I truly believe, gone are the days of dedicated teachers teaching our schools. When teachers were respected in society and their influence over their students were unmatched. When teachers became teachers because they felt gifted to be. When teachers became teachers, not for the money, but the nobility of the profession. Now all you hear from other moms are teachers who are horrible at their work and worst yet, to their unsuspecting charges. Moms grieve over why their child was hit by a teacher, pinch and smacked across the head by a teacher, screamed at by a teacher and to this, none of these children understood WHY.

Do they hate their job so much finding it such a chore to be guiding and forming the minds of our little impressionables in their classrooms? They especially resent children who are not of the norm; if the child is a little academically challenged or extremely gifted and too advanced. To have children like this in their charge requires extra effort, patience and a little thinking outside the square to cater to their needs. As result, they are seen and labeled as 'trouble' and I am pretty sure teachers would make it known to that child every schoolday! If Moms don't intervene, these kids grow up thinking they are 'trouble' and some, truly fulfill that prophesy.

Teachers are the problem. I know this first hand.

Yet, from all my growing up years in highschool, the teachers I had were truly amazing; most of them at least. My primary school teachers were as atrocious as the types I come to know about now! My teachers in the US were amazing and I will forever remember them, for they taught me the love of literature and reading. So I know good teachers when I come across them. And I have.

The second problem, with the schools here in general is....our system of education; learning by rote and memory. Kids are primed to be exam-passers. Passing exams are easy if you have the innate ability to retain and recall information you are expected to remember/study. More often than not, being smart had nothing to do with any thinking process or understanding an information but rather the art of regurgitating the required answers at exams. While this can produce excellent academic results (especially to the midnight candle burning kids!) by this country's standard, it falters and lags far behind the developed countries. These kids get to universities overseas and struggle! They realise they HAVE to think beyond what they learn and are allowed to be creative in their thoughts. They are obliged to give differing opinions and its OK to disagree with your lecturers on any issue. It is not construed as disrespectful!

Developed countries encourage the independent thinking process in children, even very young children. They are encouraged to respectfully speak up and express their opinions or feelings, They are taught at a very young age civic consciousness and the importance of respecting others and self, that includes the general law of the land. (Driving around town, I've come to despise with a passion the way asians profess to be a society so respectful and courteous but are s#*t about following simple road rules!). I find asian kids do as they are told but their hearts, rebel! Brings me back to the point of regurgitating required information without it going through the process of understanding.

Why would I allow my children to learn these habits?

Someone said to me once that I should be careful not to overprotect our kids. So I say, to that person, they are kids and so must be protected. Until the time comes for me to let them go, I will protect them. By then, hope to God, that I have taught and equip them well enough to face the real world on their own feet. I hope they make the best choices for themselves. I hope they make the best choices for others. I hope they remain faithful children of God. So I gladly overprotect them now.

Be it wise or unwise, I only know I must do something. Anything. So I homeschool them. And of course, pick and choose traits of the Asian culture I desire for my children.I want them understanding mind and heart why some values are classified as principles, while others are mere priviledge (That's another potential blog entry altogether)

Ferrero Rondnair Madeira Chocolate Ganache Cake

Mr. Darcy turned 37 today.

He tells the Kids, he's old to which M interjected promptly "that means you're dying soon, Dad. I'll be so sad!" hehe..

Anyway in the spirit of birthdays, unlike many other couples, gifts-giving were never really a big thing between us. That's not to say presents weren't/aren't welcomed! I am still a girl! Way back in our BC (Before Children) days, he would send me beautiful bouquets of roses for birthdays and valentines. Then the stark reality of him 'wasting' all that money would hit me right between the eye! Whatever it is, that money could be better utilised for his schooling (read university) expenses. Back then he worked weekend nights in a restaurant for pocket money; and wasn't paid a whole lot of money - 'Student' labour were cheap labour for restauranteurs! So we agreed, no presents. Instead, we opted for nice dinners. At least, with dinners, we could indulge our appetites for different cuisines ever so available in our city. Flowers? You can't eat them and they die in a week!

Back to this post!

This morning, I put on my Executive Chef hat and summoned my 2 little helpers -Sous Chef J and De Parte Chef M- putting them on baking duty. Since Mr. Darcy always enjoyed my Buttercake, it would have to be a Madeira Cake. I wrote out the recipe for Sous Chef to manage. He would be in charge of identifying and measuring the ingredients, while De Parte Chef M was in charge of the Breville Stand Mixer. Her duty was to ensure that the mixer stays on '4' for 'creaming'. My job was a simple one; ensuring that the work-area wasn't strewn with flour and eggshells, pouring the cake mixture into the prepared pan and into the preheated oven. It just too bad the oven is out in the alfresco area because the aroma of the buttercake was delicious! I was proud of my Little Chefs. They did an excellent job with De Parte Chef M licking the mixing bowl clean, of course!

I scoured my fridge and pantry for topping ingredients. Spotting half a packet of Dark Chocolate Couveture from the Margaret River Chocolate Factory, I knew a Dark Chocolate Ganache would be perfect. Mr. Darcy isn't a fan of chocolates in general but he can never resist Dark Chocolates. So while the madeira was baking (I am thinking right now, there may be a slight chance that my oven themometer may not be working as my cake came out too well done, even before the baking time was up) I whipped up the ganache. I am always amazed at how easy it is to make chocolate ganache and its always a winner with the eaters! As the cake and the ganache were cooling, I scoured my fridge once more and found some Ferrero Rondnair.

Hence the Ferrero Rondnair Madeira Chocolate Ganache Cake. Yes, very much like my penchant for naming very lame post titles, it's also very much evident in cake naming skills too!

Anyway, Mr. Darcy was impressed and loved it! So sweet of him, ya?

Austen-esque Book

"Mr & Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy"
by Sharon Lathan

Buttercakes & Bambangans

The DDs came for a lazy sunday swim.

I could feel droplets of rain as they were arriving. Upon receiving them on our driveway, I was greeted by four disappointed faces . I was thoroughly bemused, as I was told they have been praying to Greater Powers to hold off rain, at least till evening! Still full of faith (or was it their relentlesness, even to Mother Nature) the kids still took to the beckoning pool.

There amidst the darkened sky, pelted by rain, our kids spared no time having the time of their lives, occasionally seeking poolside shelter when the pelting became a little too unbearable. 'As long as there isn't thunder & lightning', we convinced ourselves. We fully comprehend how utterly useless fending off 6 combatant kids, demanding an explanation of why its so wrong swimming in the rain and 'it's still water' argument. Moms are totally defenseless when Dads are turncoats! In the goodness of the day, it rained (read poured) for only an hour, downpour ceased until evening.

All the while, the adults enjoyed hi-tea ;Earl-Grey teas (white, no sugar naturally), served with freshly baked buttercake, jam swissrolls, sanggar and pickled bambangans our guest had bought from a nearby market. I must confess that I lied a little about the buttercake though - it was more half baked than anything! You'd think after all my baking 'experience' I wouldn't be able pull a gag like this. Alas, I did! Baking with a pan a tad too small does this; centre rises too much and remains raw! Yet, I only see crumbs of it by morning! Did I mention that my cakes are to die for?

So why Buttercake and Bambangan? I observed (correction, more like the guys commented) how us girls had a piece of yummy buttercake, a piece of sanggar and pickled bambangans on our plates. I would spoon a heapful of pickled bambangans on a piece of sanggar or chippies (we had those too, of course!) and it was delicious. My lady guest would also squash cili-padi to add extra kick to the concoction! Of course after sniggering at the girls, the guys followed suit! And no, we never dolloped bambangans on the buttercake. Why, that would be sacrilege!

Great company. Witty conversation. Lovely aroma of Earl-grey, buttercake and bambangan. A lightning-less rainy Sunday afternoon. Squeals and splashes of very happy children in the pool. Greater Power was good to us!

Lost In Austen - Behind the Scenes

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