I should probably know by now that I shouldn’t get nervous about the home study. I know from being a teacher that impressions and assessments aren’t based on small details but rather a whole person. Saturday was our second visit. I, of course, decided that I needed to bake banana bread. For the record – I never bake banana bread (or anything else for that matter). I have probably baked banana bread five times in my whole life.
I thought it would be nice to have a snack – the visits go all morning long, we drink a lot of coffee and I’m not my best on an empty stomach. Last time, I bought croissants (this is how I usually bake). I figured that baking something would make me seem more motherly.
Baking was a bit of a failure. The element burnt out half way through and after an hour and a half in the oven, my banana bread was 50% liquid. I “broiled” it for some more time and the result was a chewy banana brick.
Did I have a plan B? Were there cinnamon buns in the fridge just in case? No.
I had a taste of my banana jerky and figured there was enough sugar in there that it would have tasted good even in liquid form.
To my surprise, the banana “bread” was a success. It did the job of putting something solid in our coffee tummies and even though I didn’t come across as a Stepford Mother (which would be false advertising) I came across as a human being, willing to give things a shot. These, as it turns out, are good qualities in a parent.
The visit was very relaxed. A few more questions and answers about our interests, our strengths and weaknesses and our experiences. Even the “home run-through” was not stressful. I had imagined being quizzed on child safety and all of the hazards in my home, opening of drawers and cupboards while taking notes on a clipboard. The “run-through” was actually a RUN through. It took all of five minutes, a quick tour of the home and a “looks great”.
We’re half way through the home study. What will I bake next time?
This is a photo of my adorable yet underused apron. I insist on wearing this apron when doing “domestic” things…because I’m a dork.