making jelly to put in my pocket

(Not really jelly, but same sort of thing.)

This is so good.

It’s what I’ve always wanted to do.

I’ve got everything ready.

I’ve got my wellies on.

First, I need to mix up a good oobleck.

I love oobleck.

It stirs like a liquid.

It slops like a liquid.

Oops, I didn’t mean to slop it that much.

But see that corner? That’s a bit odd, isn’t it? That’s oobleck for you.

But when you whack it with the spoon…

Oh. It splashes like a liquid.

But also it cracks like a solid, so it is very strange.

Seems a bit non-Newtonian to me.

I should have worn my badge inside the apron.

I find I have so many badges, that I plan to wear a different one every day.

Now I’m boiling the milk and mixing in the oobleck, little by little.

Stir stir stir stir, so that it won’t go lumpy.

I’ll make it pink with a bit of beetroot juice.

I don’t have real raspberries, but the pink will make it taste like raspberries.

I’m putting in a little marmite, because Michael says it makes everything taste better.

Mmm, that certainly does add a bit of oomph to the flavour.

Stir it all up. Oh dear, I didn’t quite avoid lumpiness.

Who cares? The lumps are the concentrated essence of tasty blancmange goodness.

Put it in the jelly moulds.

Now I have to leave it somewhere cool and go and do something else.

I can’t wait to try the jelly in my jelly pocket!

I’ll see if I can find a book about bears. That’s the next topic for the Book Club.

Oh no, that’s the phone again!

Maybe I’ll just leave it, and they’ll think I’m out.

Well no, they know I can’t go out, but they’ll think I’m asleep.

What a racket!

It’s going on quite a long time.

Oh, all right, I’ll answer it.

Oh dear oh dear. That was Bimbo.

He’s not very well, and he wants me to help him.

I said I’d just wash my paws, and then I’ll ring him back.

I’ll leave the cleaning up till later.

How can I help him? He’s not allowed out, and I’m not allowed out.

Oh dear oh dear oh dear.