Retreating from the monster that was Cyclone Yasi, my brother and his family spent a couple of nights at our parents' house, departing this morning. Unable to get down due to flooding at Christmas it seemed far too good an opportunity to miss, and we bundled our crew up and followed them down.
What ensued was a post-Christmas family celebration. Even Yasi's clouds had a silver lining.
Christmas gifts were exchanged (except miserable Aunty Fiona who came bearing sweet potato, feta and rocket only). Makes a hell of a salad but not exactly what two gorgeous nephews had on their Christmas wish list I'm sure!
Sarah came home with a milkshake maker
much to the delight of her siblings
Priscilla's farm-fresh frothy milk, a generous scoop of ice-cream and a spoonful of Milo created something to rival a KFC crusher any day of the week!
Jessie scored a doughnut maker, both given a whirl after school today.
The doughnut mixture was made with a recipe very similar to a thick pikelet batter, spooned into the doughnut molds and the little machine did its thing!
A far healthier option than the fried variety, may even make the lunchbox cut.
So thankyou Uncle Pete, Aunty Dinah, Jack and Ben!
Hope you found everything at home just as you left it!