Eggsactly
“But I wanted a bomblet egg, not a bloiled egg!” Sorry for the mixup madam, I’ll remove the offending boiled egg from your bill, and will make an omelette next time.
“But I wanted a bomblet egg, not a bloiled egg!” Sorry for the mixup madam, I’ll remove the offending boiled egg from your bill, and will make an omelette next time.
Kidney beans look a bit like Jellybeans, but don’t even remotely taste like Jellybeans. Now the world is a sad and terrible place.
“Mum, why do you eat salmon?” “Because I like it, and it’s good for you.” “Well, I think it’s disgusting.” *eats own booger*
Tilly spent 20 minutes trying to coax Frankie into eating some banana. Defeated (cats just aren’t into bananas) she tearfully shouted “But I made aeroplane noises and everyfing!”, then got in a shit with everyone in the house. WELCOME TO MY WORLD, TILLY.
Peanut butter & jam sandwich requested. Peanut butter & jam sandwich rejected moments later because “I didn’t want peanut butter in it! And no jam and NO bread!”
I just gave my two year old a snack of homemade Greek yogurt, raw nuts, homemade stewed peaches (that we hand picked together as a family. Organic, obviously), chia seeds and cacao nibs. But now I don’t know whether to upload a photo to Instagram, or smack myself in the face really hard. I’m conflicted. It’s a very conflicting moment.
Dinner prep. Or, as I think of it: deciding what I most feel like cleaning off the floor later.
Yesterday we took the girls to a Malaysian restaurant, because I thought it was high time I lived up to my pre-child stipulation that “my children will enjoy a wide variety of ethnic foods”. But I fed them up on cheese sandwiches a bit first, because I doubt the experimental abilities of their palates, and also because I often want to punch my pre-child smug self right in the teeth. Amy warily eyed her roti, but two bites in was trilling “it’s like an amazing flat croissant! Can I have another one after this one and another one after that?” as she settled in for her carb load-up. “TOO PICEY! TOO PICEY!” shrieked Tilly, grappling for a water glass, after dipping her roti in the spicy chilli oil when no one was watching. Pink food. Doesn’t always taste as pretty as it looks. 🔥🔥🔥