Ok, confession time. I am a useless and disinterested cook and I don’t really care.
I once attempted to make a cake and used cumin instead of cinnamon. Turns out banana and curry cake is not a winner.
Luckily, I married someone who is rather good in the kitchen and is happy for me to be his sous chef of sorts. I can chop and prep rather well.
It’s not you. It’s me.
Well, that’s the way it was until kids came along and as the “primary carer” I was expected to keep the kid fed. This was all going swimmingly with the aid of my boobs and formula until of course the day we hit solids and I was expected to cook. Like actually make stuff.
My anxiety was compounded by mother’s group where conversation pretty much revolved around 2 set topics, sleep and food.
“Baby M just loves my quinoa and kale tuna patties”.
“I’m definitely going to do baby led weaning. It’s the only way.”
“You must get Annabel Karmel’s book. Her recipes are amazing.”
A recipe book? For babies? Really..
I mean, clearly I was missing the cooking gene (and ironing too for that matter) but it all seemed like a lot of effort.
But peer pressure and Jewish guilt is a funny thing and before I knew it, I was mooshing veggies, cooking bolognese and even got those overpriced compartmentalised plastic thingamajigs for freezing tiny cubes of goop. I was a new woman!
And of course he didn’t like it.
Ok, so he would eat it the first time, but never again.
Just to mess with me. Nice one little buddy.
So I was left with a freezer full of bland kiddie food.
The dog got really fat. I got really annoyed.
I tried those squeezy things from the supermarket and of course he sucked down those puppies like a champ. And all was well in the world again.
It’s a pyramid system
But soon, kinder came round and they expected the kids to bring packed lunches every day. Everyyyydayyyy.
And once again I was thrown into the another crazy world, one I like to call “lunchbox lunacy”.
But this one was not just about the highly nutritious, handmade, organic, gluten free, sugar free, taste free meals I was required to prepare but also the actual box I packed them in.
Did you know that there are entire forums dedicated to the ideal lunch box for a 3 year old?!
There’s the bento leakproof whizbang, the stainless steel supremo with a double air chambered silicone seal and don’t forget the insulated lunch bag system. Yes, it’s a system – in a lunchbag!
But it doesn’t end there.
Like any good over considered product, it comes with accessories too.
Think animal shaped sandwich cutters, sushi roll makers, reusable snack bags and insulated jars. It’s a veritable minefield of mummy guilt and credit card debt.
And I got totally sucked into the madness.
So when his personalised bento lunch box arrived I was beyond excited and together we took the precious BPA free box out of the packaging.
And he couldn’t open it.
Turns out his chubby little 3 year old fingers weren’t able to master the fiddly lids so we ended up with the cheap and cheerful Thomas mini pack with matching boxes from Aldi.
That’ll teach me.
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