No.1 and Australian Masterchef.
*sigh* The boy is addicted. Sky+ is filling rapidly as there’s an episode nearly ever day… but he won’t miss it. He’s traumatised if a favourite contestant leaves, he’s gripped by the challenges, and most importantly of all he’s INSPIRED. Oh yes. “Mum, can we have Vietnamese Duck Curry tonight?” “Carrot custard would go really well with that…” “I think I’d like to help with dinner. Do you have Scallops in the fridge?” *sigh* Don’t get me wrong, I love the boys enthusiasm, and I’m encouraging where I can. But really, feeding a family of six on a budget doesn’t cover Quail Dolmades with Yoghurt and Tahini Vinaigrette But – where his culinary creativity can...
I most jolly well WILL give my children biscuits.
So the school, in its Infinite Wisdom and tireless campaign to teach us stoopid parents how to feed our children has decided to ban all unhealthy snacks. No more will children be allowed to scoff crisps and biscuits and chocolate at break time – no no no. Such bad small people, unwitting recipients of their wicked parents thoughtlessness in the snack department, will not only have their health imperiled by the dastardly munchings they were drooling over during Maths – they will also get to suffer the indignity of having their deemed-unsuitable morsel removed, forthwith. Hmph. Well. See, I get it. I do. I know a lot of parents don’t get healthy snacks, and will drip feed their children rubbish if they can. But. Really – is it the schools job...
Evil wagon wheels.
There is a new multi-pack of wagon wheels in the cupboard; they were on offer and it would have been prosecutable by law to leave them on the shelf at that price. But they seem to have extraordinarily loud voices for such well-wrapped biscuits. They seem to know just how long it is since I ate one (about ten years), and are doing a little rustle-shimmy every time I go near the cupboard, trying to lure me in.Gits. Tweet
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