Wake up!

"But make sure that you don't get so absorbed and exhausted in taking care of all your day-by-day obligations that you lose track of the time and doze off, oblivious to God. The night is about over, dawn is about to break. Be up and awake to what God is doing!"

I struggle to wake up in the morning. It seems that gravity is twice as strong for me as I try, half-heartedly, to pull myself out of a deep slumber. In those moments I feel there is nothing in life I want more than some more sleep. To curl back up under those oh-so-cosy blankets, snuggle in and just sleep! I suppose having children and often multiple wake ups during the night would increase my desire and at times, legitimate need for more sleep. But to be honest I have always been like this. My body craves sleep. I think I could easily sleep til midday every day of the week, regardless of how late or early I went to bed the night before. Of course this is out of the question, mostly because it is not practically possible, but also, in my fully awake moments I truly dont want to sleep that much!

I desire to be an 'early morning person', up at the crack of dawn with enthusiasm and joy. Ready to greet a new day, spend time in the word, a piping hot drink and a quiet breakfast before the house awakens. It sounds like utter bliss! At least it does the night before...Sleep dissolves all my resolve as the following day my determination has been swallowed up by the overwhelming desire to sleep, in those moments it is all I care about. ARgh! the battle goes on.

Parallel to this physical battle I seem to daily face with sleep, is the spiritual one. I long to be more consistent. To daily take up my cross and follow him. To be fully awake to the things of God. To have my eyes on him, prayerful, looking for opportunities to love and bless others. Aware of the spiritual battles so that I pray rather than try to work out solutions with my own logic and limited understanding. Most of the time I think I am in a sleepy state spiritually, and a little agitated when someone or something begins to prod me out of my complacency to look up and see the urgency surrounding me. "The signs of the times" are screaming at us that this is not an hour to be slumbering, self-absorbed and comfortable. What will it take for us to become fully awake and responsive to God.

I think of the poor folk in NZ. Wow. Going about daily tasks, unaware that suddenly the world would come crashing down-literally. Likewise, spiritually we can wander around like sleeping zombies totally unaware of what is about to 'go down' around us and that God has a role for us to play in his purposes. He wants ambassadors, children who are tuned in to his Spirit, ready to act on his behalf. Daily submitting their lives to him, repenting for selfishness and asking him to again crucify our flesh so that we might become more obedient to him, to be USEFUL to him.

We are so stubborn and thick headed! We just want to do what we want, when we want to! Like me each morning; my flesh screams at me to let me let it sleep. It also wants me to switch off and tune out, become absorbed in the little things in life, my desires and wants... Keep the noise going so that I fail to hear the still small voice calling me, drawing me to something higher and better.

The good news is; we have the spirit of him who raised Christ Jesus inside of us! (Rom 8) We are not alone in this battle, we cant win it without him, but with him victory is certain! I praise God because he is winning the battle over my flesh. Slowly but surely I look to him more, turn to him, tune him in, allow him to love me and reveal himself to me...and...wow...life is incredible. I can't put into words the joy and excitment growing in me as I let him in more and more. Becoming what he called me to be, seeing things I havent seen before...dreaming dreams... Knowing the father's love. He has an abundant life for us. And its not just talk.

I want to challenge other christians out there, who like me, maybe you grew up in the church and feel like you have 'heard it all', there is little that is new and exciting in your faith. The tangible presence of his Spirit is not something you have felt or at least not lately. Oh there is so much more to come! Draw near to God and HE WILL draw near to you (James 4). We DO have to take a step towards him, to call out to him, ask for help, ask for revelation. But seek and you will find, ask and it WILL be given, knock and the door will be opened! These are promises we can depend on, but to receive them we need to take a step out and simply...Ask.

Whatever our current role and obligations in life; for me, its being a wife and mum, God can and will work through that to fulfill his purposes in us and bring us closer to him, bring blessing to others. Don't limit God to how you think he works and what that looks like. Simply come to him with your empty cup and ask him to fill it...watch and be amazed.

It's time to wake-up, the time for sleeping has past. We need to be fully awake, fully alive to God and be ready so that we are not taken by suprise when he returns for us, his bride.

WAKE UP!

"Just Do It"!

I am happy to report that I am now in my 7th week of the 12 week plan, and am now at 84kg! Wooo! It's so nice to be fitting comfortably in my jeans, not that its that pleasant wearing jeans in this humidity...But the air-con is on and I feel good!

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I want to touch on something I mentioned in my previous blog; the phrase Nike made their own-JUST DO IT! In the past I have been a major procrastinator. I've had serious mental blocks when it comes to doing the dishes, the laundry, making the bed, vacuuming...the list does go on! As I have set my mind to the task and become determined to improve in all the areas allotted to my care, I have begun to see changes in myself. I see my role as wife and mum (and all the menial tasks that are included in this) as my calling. Why should I not seek to excel and improve in the responsibilities I daily face? Why should my approach be any different to someone in the work force? Seeking to learn, grow, develop, increase their skills base, be promoted (ok, I am not sure what promotion might look like in my case, but I think you get the picture!) No matter what the varying attitudes to raising children might be in our culture, it remains a vital task and should be taken as a huge privilege and approached with an eagerness to excel. Look what is at stake? What an awesome task God entrusts us with! I want to be a good steward of the children given to my care.

There are so many things I want to become good at, and then become excellent at! Little by little, and with a lot of help from my heavenly Father, I am changing, I am growing, I am improving!! My attitude has moved from 'i'll do it later' to 'DO IT NOW'! JUST DO IT CHRISTY!

And now, more and more, I do just do it! The dishes, the laundry, the mopping, the shopping, the cooking, the cleaning. If I see it, and it needs to be done... I just do it! Its so liberating and empowering to stop making excuses and to just follow through immediately. So much can be done in a short space of time when we are productive.

It's so pleasant to live in an ordered, tidy and clean environment. I actually find it fun now. I think it is amazing what can happen when we truly embrace the season we are in, and just find joy in all the tasks that need to be done. Menial jobs are a part of life, so just do them! Take pride in your work, even if the results only last five minutes! Oh well, we will do it all again tomorrow anyway. That's life. Yes, the bed will be messed up again tonight (or earlier if the kids, like mine, love to pull the doona off the bed!) just make it! Then, every time you need to go in there, you will see the lovely, well made bed welcoming you to collapse into it (only a few more hours to go...)! An organised home brings mum a sense of satisfaction that is well worth it. Not to mention all the other benefits. I know how hard it is. So many little people working against you in this task, but we just keep at it. Everything we give, all the hours, all the frustrations- he sees. Work for Him and it wont seem so pointless, so menial, so repetitive. There can be joy in our every day work. If we cant find purpose and meaning in the small things of life, we will never find it in the grand.

If motherhood and life at home is your season, embrace it! when we are doing what God has called us to; he empowers us to live it and live it well- if we only ask for his help. That said, if you are trying to cram too much into this season and spreading yourself too thin, you aren't likely to find the peace, rest and joy that is available. There is grace only for that which he has called us into. Our culture often demands that women do so much more when they are mothers of small children. I question that pressure. I think it robs mothers and their children of a sacred season that should be embraced and enjoyed to the full.

Let's do this!

Total well-being

So I did what every normal pregnant girl out there does...Throw out all sense of boundaries when it comes to eating. If you are going to be fat anyway, you might as well enjoy the ride, right? I am not one to argue with such watertight logic, but there are consequences that come with such an attitude and I have seen the outworking of how one reaps what they sow...

Having trained and competed in a mini-triathalon with friends (...and, ahem, winning...) I was in peak physical fitness. A great time to embark on the incubation process again; we promptly fell pregnant the following week. My peak physical condition went on a dramatic decline. I maintained walking regularly as much as I could but combination of build-up weather and feeling mildly depressed in the first trimester meant that continuing exercise was a monumental effort. So, I put on about four kilos in the first trimester....and then, I stopped weighing myself til the day after Hudson was born. I only did it that day because the Nazi midwife made me! Gosh who makes someone step on the scales the day after they give birth?! I didn't really want to know...But I will now share with the world the horrifying number that glared at me from the scales that morning. 105kg.....Oh....My.....Gosh.....This is the heaviest I have ever weighed, on record. And might I add that this is the DAY AFTER giving birth, and losing 1600mls of blood. Whoa.

At this point I would like to put in here as disclaimer that I don't hate myself. I am quite fond of myself, at any weight. I do think having babies is worth all the fluctuating weight, and I am not into giving people (including myself) a hard time about doing so. Weight fluctuation is part of the journey, but it IS a little freaky to go beyond where you have been before in this department...

Anyway. I had a caesarean so I had a few weeks of healing ahead of me. Within a week my body had dropped down to 98k without me having done anything. It really is incredible what the body goes through in pregnancy and how much fluid etc you retain. 7kg in a week is pretty incredible. But hey, I was still 98k and a LONG way from a healthy weight. I reckon my ideal weight is somewhere between 75-78k ( being 170cm). I think that is quite a reasonable and attainable goal weight. Which meant there was 20k to go....

When Hudson was about 6 weeks old, I was feeling pretty well fully recovered from the surgery and eager to get out and exercise! I began walking around the neighborhood, and after a week or two managed a 3km stretch (carrying H in the bjorn as well!). After we moved house and settled in, Hudson was about 2 months old. I decided I was ready to implement the healthy eating component required to achieve the results I was seeking.

This is a big challenge for me. I love food. Especially bread, pasta, dairy, cream, ice cream, pizza, cookies, cake and the list could go on and on... I find it really difficult to eat small portions and to say no to sweets and to eat lots of fresh fruit and vegetables. Sigh. BUT I am determined to change! I know that if i want to see significant changes in my weight I really need to make some major adjustments in my eating. Which means I need to completely rethink how I think about food and find new things that are appealing which are a lot healthier.

I really believe that in the process of losing weight you cannot be motivated by hate. If you are motivated by hating how you currently look I think the results achieved will be short lived. You really need to be motivated by caring about yourself and your body, wanting it to be the best it can be because you actually LIKE it. (I think supernatural help is needed to achieve this by the way)Also I believe it is critical that you are focused on all the wonderful things you can and should eat rather than focusing on the things that are prohibited. There really is an extraordinary variety of delicious, satisfying and incredibly yummy things you can eat that are amazingly good for you as well. The key is to find, learn and become familiar with a bunch of new recipes that fit this category. This is a fairly big ask when you have a bunch of small children and a husband to feed, as well as all the other tasks that need to be completed in a day. However, I will not accept any excuses! Where there is a will there is a way!

I have been helped along this 'way' in large part thanks to 'the total well-being diet' by the CSIRO. This is a 12 week eating plan that comes complete with recipes and shopping list. I decided to just throw myself into it. Use the plan, do my shopping. The all or nothing philosophy really works for me. JUST DO IT! So I have completely redone how I do food. In a nutshell breakfast is some sort of healthy cereal or muesli with some fresh fruit thrown in. Lunch is a healthy sandwhich with lots of protein and salad. Or some soup and salad. Dinner is veggies and protein. Carbs are generally relegated to morning and lunch and completely avoided at dinner. Its a simple and healthy way of eating that I am getting more used to cooking for. I usually throw on a pot of rice or pasta so I can pad out the kids and Shane's meals a bit more. I don't find it difficult make it healthy for me and enjoyable for them.

Currently I am in week 4 of the 12 week plan. Though I hope to continue on this healthy way of life for much longer than 12 weeks. I am working really hard to maintain a positive focus on the health benefits- not just the weight loss. Though I have been obsessively weighing myself....Today I got Shane to hide the scales so I can't look for awhile. Though I am happy to report that this morning I have reached my lowest so far (since H) 86.6k! Yay! I am feeling really great and have had loads more energy which is a huge bonus in a life with small kiddies. Slow and steady wins the race I reckon. I want to keep it off for good so it is ok if it is a gradual process. That said, it has been coming off fairly quickly. Around 10ks to go to reach my goal weight...

Here I come!

Monday

A crisis transport arose Sunday night. Shane realized there was going to be more kids than seats on the bus to head out to his school camp. He needed to take the car. Monday through Thursday I would be car-less and on my own with the three littlies...Eeek! Shane kissed us all goodbye bright and early Monday morning and I braced myself for the week ahead. Hudson was still sleeping as I lay in bed putting off the inevitable 'rise and shine'. I could see Esther through the gap in the doorway, sitting in the recliner watching a movie, thanks to Shane. The next part was a bit of a blur as I got the girls dressed (actually Char stayed in her pyjamas!) fed, and shod. Esther got her back pack and library bag and I scooped Hudson up last minute, popping him into the baby sling where he remained asleep a little longer. Out the door we go, the girls walking and Hudson happy in the sling.

For some reason preschool is absolutely freezing cold in the morning. I guess its not for 'some reason', the reason clearly is because they have the air-con cranked first thing in the morning. Glad Hudson has a warm place to snuggle, usually I am worried about him getting too hot. Esther changes her library book, we say goodbye, she is happy and I head back home with Char in tow. Hudson needs his morning feed so when we get back I set Char up in front of the TV. It's Yo Gabba Gabba, thank you DJ Lance, Foofa, Luna and the other crazy critters on that truly bizarre show for entertaining my children! Hudson finishes his feed and when Yo Gabba is over we head outside for a bit of play time. Char and I get out the boats and play with our 'water play' toys. She is getting quite into it and talking to herself and the little sailors as she moves them around on the boats. After playing for a little while with her I go and get a snack for Charlotte. The phone rings, its Aunty Helen getting back to me, offering assistance to do a few real estate errands that must happen today, being carless I am in great need of her help! The plan is to come over after Esther's preschool, she'll watch the kids and Uncle Norm will chauffeur me to town to drop off keys from our old place and the condition report for our new one. Bad phone reception and Hudson crying made it a little difficult to communicate but we got there-LIFESAVERS!

I am carrying Hudson around, trying to get him to calm down, unusually cranky this morning. Char finishes her snack and continues to potter around happily. I somehow manage a phone call in there with mum and dad, again with poor reception I had to go outside, cradling Hudson in my arms and the phone under my chin. I give them the latest on whats happening and then say goodbye. After chatting to Mum and Dad, Hudson is almost asleep, I am busting for the toilet. The phone rings; a friend, trying to help me organise getting to a 4 year old party that afternoon, being without a car, I said we wouldn't be able to make it, but not many are invited so they are keen to get us all there, a challenge when three need car seats... I put Hudson down and he starts crying. I am struggling for reception, ignoring his cries I go outside in an attempt to get a better signal. Do my best to end the conversation quickly and return inside to Hudson, still crying. I calm him down and place him on his tummy. Back to check on Charlotte. I am only half heartedly toilet training but, she is asking to go so off we go! I take off her nappy and a poo falls on the floor...Hmmm...Ok. Chuck Char in the shower and clean the toilet floor. Put on a load of washing. I can hear Hudson crying...Char is very happy playing with the bath toys in the shower. I need to make another call, organising transport for the afternoon. OK, its all sorted. Now its 10.30, time to get Char dried and redressed, Hudson has settled but he only has half hour til it is time to pick up Esther from preschool....

So this all happened about three weeks ago. I started writing it the next day but wasn't able to finish. Our internet is ridiculously slow so I havne't bothered since. I took notes on the events of the day because I knew I would quickly forget, but I thought it would be an amusing record, sort of encapsualting a little taste of my life juggling the three kiddies. It is amazing how the days events, which are so all consuming at the time, can be forgotten almost completely in a matter of days! Try and think back a week and get any semblance of what you did and its a lost cause! Quickly the days pass and the seasons change. The challenge of today is drowned out by the demands of tomorrow.

Actually I don't know how accurate an account it is in the end, because the notes were quickly taken and brief, and I cannot remember what happened now I did fill in the blanks a bit... But it is pretty close! Mums out there I encourage you to do this one day, maybe on a day that has been particularly stressful or full of tantrums! It will seem an utter chore to do it, but force yourself! Sit down and type up the events of the day, all the little dramas, the hugs, the fights, the laughter, the accidents and the mayhem. Write down what happens in just one day and I think you will find it a positive reflection on how much you actually get done in a day (or not!), but most of all it will be something you will read again later, barely remembering what it was like to live your life as it is today. Your kids will love it too, one day reading about the goings on in a day to day running of the household. It's funny what seems so humdrum today it doesn't seem worth notating, in a few years time will be precious memories that would have been lost otherwise. Its a beautiful to record to have, if you don't have the energy to write an epistle, even just notes in the daily diary are good. We might cry about it today, but it may bring much merriment to the readers tomorrow.

...All my needs

Oh my! 'Baby Jack' has arrived and is already six weeks old. What a glorious gift; a son. Shane and I shed tears of joy as our little bundle emerged, crying and a little bit bothered from a somewhat traumatic birthing experiencing, resulting in alternate means of exiting his mother's womb. I am grateful for modern medicine (oh man, why didn't I get an epidural for the first two??!!) and to be safely on this side of my third pregnancy, and even more grateful that now I am a mother to a son and he is a darling little thing, sweet Hudson.

The past few months have been very blessed, watching our little boy begin to put on weight (he started life a healthy 9lb2oz) and adjust physically, mentally, emotionally post cesarean, as well as getting used to this whole 'family of five' thing. We defied physics in getting three, secure seats for our children in the back of our Daihatsu Pyzar. It really is a big little car, I think we prove that. Bit tough on our poor visitors who are now relegated to the boot...You think I'm joking? (sorry for the indignities Linc and Di!) The girls have taken to their little brother beautifully, constantly begging for holds and peppering him kisses whenever they can get close enough! Esther is the responsible big sister, very helpful fetching nappies and towels for whenever he 'spills his milk'. Charlotte is equally doting, and only her insatiable desire to play at being a baby gives any indication that there might be a teeny bit of sibling jealousy. It must be tough to lose your place as the baby in the family, but they have both done amazing.

We got the final word the day Hudson was born that we would need to be vacating our current house by the end of July. Sigh. This was not welcome news. Our home at the present time meets our needs quite well, being 100m from Shane's work, it makes having 1 car very doable. Its a three bedroom place with a large living area that accomodates our bible study quite nicely on a Monday night. Plus, we are leaving the NT at the end of the year, possibly for good. We only have 4 months or so left and it seems kinda pointless and frustrating to have to move house only to move again in such a short time. Sigh.

Praise God! He works ALL things to the good of those who love him and are called according to his purpose (Rom 8:28). Shane and I qualify for the fulfillment of this promise and its so wonderful to watch how God looks after us and meets all our needs. As it turns out, a work mate of Shane's is unexpectedly leaving the state as her husband is being transferred. They are breaking their lease, and we were able to get in and take it over from them. Win win. It's a bit further from school for Shane, but it is 4 houses away from what is now Esther's preschool.

(Mmhm, my baby girl has started preschool!! But that is another blog...) Being in walking distance to a good preschool was top of my wish list for a new home and this place exceeds expectations! Also the house really is lovely with a FANTASTIC kitchen! Yay! Get ready for more cooking blogs as my new location will be a great source of inspiration in itself. Being ground level with a great outdoor area is another big plus in my books. So, as inconvenient as this whole move was initially its turning out to be a blessing in disguise and I think we will really enjoy our new home as we finish up our time in Darwin. (Did I mention I LOVE the kitchen?! YAY!)

The Rayner family really has had a big year of transition and change and a few bumpy bits on the road this year (e.g. Shane's shoulder operation = 8 weeks off work), but it really has been a rich year of growth spiritually as we call out to God for help and watch him respond to his children in need, a with love and generosity that we don't deserve. I must take this opportunity to also express my thanks to God and our family for their support over the last few months. Having mum and dad here for the last few weeks of pregnancy prevented me from going INSANE! And, having Di, my lovely mother-in-law here for two weeks was also a god-send in getting the house prepped for moving, having a garage sale and generally being a helpful and loving Mum and Grandma. Her presence made life sooo much less stressful for me as I adjust to juggling all three, with Shane back to work.

God knows our needs and meets them. His love never fails. We have such a loving and generous heavenly Father. Rejoice when circumstances don't go as planned, it is an opportunity to experience the providence of our Daddy in heaven. Thank You!

"He did not spare his own Son but surrendered him for us all; and with this gift how can he fail to lavish upon us all he has to give?" Romans 8:32

Birth Pangs

Each day I look at the birthday calendar that hangs on the back of the toilet door. Birthdays of friends and family. The day, the moment they came into this world forever etched in their history. Their day, planned and foreordained by our creator; immovable, unchangeable... And so I stare and wonder about what God already knows, what is already planned. The day and the moment, he has gone before and chosen. I watch and wait, which blank space will become a sacred one. Which day, previously passed by uneventfully, will become a day of celebration for a new life, dearly loved? Baby, we look forward to your arrival and trust the timing will be perfect.

It is a strange headspace to occupy. Only others who have been there can truly appreciate it. Nine months pregnant and waiting...Swelled with expectancy, physically, emotionally, spiritually. Enlarged in body and heart to receive a new life. You wait, on the precipice of a new season. It is imminent, and yet... It feels so far away. Each day is approached with the question 'will today be the day?' Hopeful and a little anxious, often uncomfortable and irritable...When will the day come? I find it bizarre to be so close to an event that is surely the epitome of the 'inevitable' and yet feel it is further from attaining than it ever has. So hard to see past the discomfort of today, to the joy of tomorrow.

I reflect on the spiritual parallels of this state (it does help pass the time!) Jesus likens the days preceding his return to 'birth pangs'. We don't know the hour of his return, but we know the season. Just as we don't know the day we will give birth, but surely the signs that the 'hour is near' are glaringly obvious. Though I think we are far thicker when it comes to discerning seasons that are spiritual. Look around the world today, surely we are in the season when his return is imminent? It would be foolish to ignore 'the signs of the times'. 'All creation groans as if in the pangs of childbirth'. The earth is groaning, we cannot go on like this indefinitely, something will happen. It is as inevitable as childbirth...

Autumn baking

Autumn, the weather cools, the leaves change, rain comes and things begin to get cosy again... Autumn; wishful thinking!!
If you aren't familiar with what the climate is like here in Darwin, allow me to enlighten you. According to the Bureau of Meteorology; the average temperature at 9am, throughout the month of April, is 27.4c and the relative humidity is 74%. At 3pm the average temperature is 31.8c and the relative humidity is 52%(the overnight average temperature is 24c). The day starts warm and sticky and gets warmer, and SLIGHTLY less sticky by the afternoon. At this time of year everyone is hanging out for the dry season, which is due to bring relief in May.

We don't really experience four seasons here. It really is more of an endless summer, the changes that occur in the weather are more to do with fluctuating humidity than temperatures. Our 'winter' is defined by clear, sunny days and cool nights where relief from intense humidity is enjoyed. 'Summer'= very high humidity, very steamy, sticky day and nights- relief is found only during the monsoonal downpours which may last a week or more. During a monsoon it's still tank-top weather but the lack of sunlight brings the temperature down considerably, allowing the air-cons to work more efficiently and perhaps even relieved of duty (the fans are still going full bore of course!).

It is a unique climate. One that many people struggle to live with, including myself- a self confessed lover of winter (how did I end up here?!). Despite its intensity there are things that you come to appreciate, even love about life in Darwin's 'forever summer'. The rains, the amazing wildlife, amazing green everywhere, long guilt-free showers (yes, no water restrictions here!), never having cold feet, never having to take a jumper with you 'just in case', phenomenal cloud formations, sunsets and thunderstorms. A change in the weather, when it comes, is like the very kiss of heaven and you can hardly imagine appreciating anything more.

I do TRY to be a happy camper, and focus on the blessings- of which there are many. I have to say I am EXTREMELY grateful to have a house fully air-conditioned, after nearly 5 years of only having the bedrooms climate controlled, (and fairly poorly at that) to be able to keep the whole house comfortably cool is bliss! It has meant that my culinary creativity is unleashed more frequently as I am no longer so concerned about the oven's affect on the household temperature.

That said, I am slowly coming around to my point which is; autumn baking. No, I don't get to experience traditionally autumn weather, like so many of you lucky ducks out there! I hear your facebook posts about stoking up the fires, getting out the flannelette sheets, enjoying the cool nights and fine days, sigh... BUT I can still whack on the air-cons and cook up an autumnal feast and enjoy it as heartily as anyone warming their toes-ies by the fire! We still get to enjoy the seasonal low prices on stone fruit. Oh how I love stone fruit! Peaches and nectarines cooked til tender in butter and brown sugar and dolloped with cream- YUM! Even the most bland tasting fruit is transformed into something amazing by this process. However, my absolute favourite dessert of the moment would have to be; Plum and Pecan crumble. A Nigella recipe of course! This is a perfect way to celebrate and savour the autumn weather (whatever the weather might be for you!). You must try this recipe! I have made it about 5 times now, it is so easy and so delicious I had to share it with you all.

FILLING
approx 1 kg plums
30g butter
2-4 tablespoons brown sugar/demerara (depending how sour fruit is)
1 tablespoon of corn flour

CRUMBLE TOPPING
150g cold butter diced
250g self-raising flour
150g demerara sugar (look, its there on the sugar shelf somewhere! I found it!)
200g pecans, roughly chopped (even left whole is good)

20cm round pie dish

Preheat oven to 190c. Halve the plums and put them, cut side up in the dish, squeeze in as many as will fit comfortably. Dot with butter, sprinkle with sugar, sprinkle corn flour over as well (to help soak up juices). Put the plums in the oven for about 20mins as they need a head start to be cooked properly. While the plums cook, start the crumble; Rub the butter into the flour with your fingers, you want the butter rubbed in creating nice pebbles of mixture, lumpy is good! Now stir the sugar and pecans in with a fork. When the plums are softened, pull them out and sprinkle over crumble mixture and put back in the oven to cook until the top is nicely browned.
serve with custard, cream or ice-cream (or maybe all three?)
I made a nice whipped cream with vanilla extract, a tablespoon of caster sugar and a teaspoon of cinnamon. Mmmm!

Try it and tell me what you think! Happy Autumn baking!