I’m getting tired of posting this over and over again; people really need to stop being complete dicks to one another.
In Singapore, Prime Minister’s Siblings Are Taking Private Feud Public — well, well, well. I wonder how this will play out.
Our family’s almost-vegan food prep this week includes:
- roasted broccoli and red kidney beans
- stir-fried white cabbage, baby corn and shredded courgette (neither rugrat will eat courgette unless it is well-disguised, so this is attempt number Deity Knows)
- boiled broad beans
- tofu crumbles (inspired by this corn soup and tofu larb recipe)
These are theoretically going to be mix and matched into a myriad of delicious combinations served with noodles, rice, pasta, and so on; in reality, one child will just whine about how she doesn’t like it, while the other one will make a face because she can’t speak in sentences yet (the “What is this crap you’re trying to feed me?!” expression).
Neil: How embarrassing would it be if there was actually a hipster tax and you turned up to pay it, and the guy said, No, you’re okay?
*walks away chortling*
I should have known that large pieces of blank card, even when split up via a string (lightly-pencilled ‘guide lines’) wouldn’t hold my attention. Teeny tiny tiles make tangling much more satisfying and meditative for me.