Husband-o-mine has accused me of feeding our children sausages every night which is of course a HUGE exaggeration as I only do it every second night. Our son now tells me he doesn’t like sausages which is such a shame as it was one of my weekly staples. Sausages fit nicely into that look-at-the-time what-will take-10-minutes-to-cook category.
Sometimes I flick the telly on in the evenings and see that Masterchef show where the contestants cry into their proverbial soups cause their soufflé sank and I think “Why are YOU crying?” My kids should be the ones crying. We have scrambled eggs one night, sausages the next, a cooked chicken or spaghetti bolognese – quick, simple and sometimes very burnt.
Husband-o-mine is a fab chef actually. I would be too if I wasn’t looking after tired out children but I think the difference is that he enjoys the process of cooking whereas I would prefer just to eat it. I’m a simple girl with simple needs.
So children everywhere, please don’t be too hard on your Mummy and give peas a chance… She does love you!
Domestically Useless 