Why, oh why, do some cookery programmes persist in that totally contrived, I’m just dropping into the shop, I’ve got a date night with my husband, a teevee crew just happens to be there pretense? It’s incredibly grating. It’s so strained and unnecessary — I want to see food being prepared and chatter around that, not a poorly-acted scripted setup reminiscent of a porno.
Also, is it strange that I am less willing to look up and follow recipes supposedly devised by fat chefs, because their diets are clearly less than healthy?
As I’m not truly bilingual (i.e. I don’t speak Mandarin unless I have to), I guess Anne won’t be ‘crib bilingual‘. She knows what 洗手 means, though. Guess I need to start or go to a Mandarin play group, so she at least has some exposure. If only my teachers and tutor could see me now. They’d be smug as hell.
While I’m glad Anne’s finally got through the phase where everything and everyone is ‘daddy’, I’m less amused that she is pointing at pictures and drawings of monkeys and saying ‘mummy’. You have got to be fucking kidding me.
I have a feeling my big achievement this week will be moving my PC from the spare room — where it’s been buried under stuff (baby carriers, photographs, Neil’s documents for filing) for three months — into the living room and connecting it to the television.
Used the basic recipe as seen here, and added 10 chopped-up prunes, a shredded conference pear, and 2 teaspoons of honey. No refined sugar. Anne’s asleep right now, but I hope she likes it as much as I do. Yum.
The following are a series of photos I shot with my Recesky DIY TLR toy camera, using black and white ISO 100 film. The results are definitely better than when I shoot with colour, so maybe spending the extra money is worth it.
I wonder, in how many households did a husband say to a wife, You might want to come out and see this…
That certainly happened in our household. Anne, like her mum, enjoys a bit of Strictly, and we were getting dried and dressed after a shower when Neil called me into the living room. There was definitely a bit of WTF, but I was amused.
(I preferred Luke, anyway, still do.)
Also! Also! I was showing Anne how to do the Charleston and she started stamping her feet, which was brilliant to watch.