The salt dough didn’t quite mix into the firm but pliable ball of modelling material I had anticipated (I have made it before but it was a while ago now, before I started using Katy’s recipe for lovely soft play dough and nicked Jan’s idea for colouring and scenting it) so I chucked it all in a big bowl and bunged it in the chiller to erm, settle.
Dinner was delicious (I’m quite a good cook if I do say so myself, it’s just that I can so seldom be bothered at the end of a day to start creating masterpieces when I could be sat on the sofa drinking wine with my laptop instead) and all finished by 9.30 so I thought I’d get the salt dough out and make a few pieces to show the children at group tomorrow for ideas for them to make.
It had somehow morphed, while in the chiller, into a writhing seething mass of salt, flour and water and grown bigger and bigger.
So what did I do to remedy this monster of modelling materials, this devillish disaster of dough? Well I added some more flour to it first, and when that had only served to make it worse and both my hands were glued together and to the ever growing lump of it I sent Ady to the kitchen to ‘bring the salt’. We added a little, we added a little more. We tossed the whole tub of salt into the middle of the blob and I worked harder and harder, more and more frantically trying to knead it in like some sort of demented pizza chef.
We have no more flour or salt in the house (should the need arise in the middle of the night to have such store cupboard staples – an invasion of large slugs for example who need salt to kill them off, a need to create papier mache mixture, a yearning to bake anything requiring them as ingredients or other such incident we will be forced to pop across the road to our neighbours and borrow some from them (Oh god, think of the thank you card exchange frenzy that would set off!)) and the ‘thing’ is now oozing off the sides of the tray I have got it plonked on. It is too big now to fit back in it’s original bowl. I will need to take it to group tomorrow in a bin liner or suitcase or something. When I lifted it I would judge that it is heavier than Davies!
I do have some, not altogether groundless, fears that it will gather speed, power and some level of intelligence during the night and we may have to run screaming from the house in the early hours of the morning, in our dressing gowns, in the style of a 50s black and white movie, clasping our hands to our cheeks in silent screams as it oozes out of the house, down the street after us and slowly covers the south downs, the Sussex beaches and all the surrounding towns and villages. Local landmarks will be shown on the breakfast news tomorrow slowly disappearing under a pile of salt dough. Beachy Head and the lighthouses will be engulfed, the bright lights and dazzle of Brighton Pier will dim as they surrender to a covering of goo. It will be too late for Sussex but Kent, Hampshire and Surrey will be gridlocked as ‘Tone’ urges people to evacuate their homes. London will come to a standstill as goo starts to ooze from out of plugholes in sinks and baths, from the pump nozzles in petrol stations, out of the taps in kitchens and bubbles out of the phone recievers across the land.
Run now my friends, run now while you have the chance.
The salt dough, it’s gonna getcha!
Or perhaps it will harden off slightly overnight and I’ll make some pretty little ornaments with the children at home ed group tomorrow with it after all.
but then, when you least expect it, they will wobble off mantlepieces and start to congregate again together to reform a large blob of goo….
or not.
and yes, that’s right, tonight was a wine -free evening. The lunacy this evening was brought to you in association with Appletize and Home Pride!
Think I’m too scared to come to group!
Comment by Roslyn — 05 October 2005 @ 8:43 am