Wednesday was Flea’s last day at school before the holidays, and like most kids I’m sure, she came home with a selection of items related to Mother’s Day including a laminated picture of me (looking alarmingly like the Angel of Death) with a list of reasons “Why I love my Mummy” on the back.
Reason number 2 why my daughter loves me?
“Because you cook me lovely meals.”
Hmm, I sense some teacher involvement went into this particular project, given that Flea mostly survives on a diet of cereal bars, pasta and pesto, and sandwiches, along with a vast array of fruit dotted around the kitchen for grazing purposes.
In fact, when I looked into my fridge today, I noticed that I seem to be alarmingly short on actual food. Turns out my fridge contains:
- 2 jars of pesto and a bag of fresh pasta (staple foods)
- Salad and salad dressing
- Apples and Strawberries
- 24 cans of Diet Coke
- 15 bottles of beer
- 4 bottles of water
- Fruit juices
- 1 bottle of Prosecco (you never know when you might be celebrating)
- Cheese, tomatoes, butter, mayo (for sandwiches)
- Soup (sent by a nice PR person)
I am concerned this may officially be the fridge of a BAD Mother. It occurs to me that apart from pasta and pesto, there is very little in the way of ingredients in my fridge. Because I almost never cook.
Because I’m a masochist, I want to know whether I am a BAD parent, or whether you guys are just as bad at doing proper shopping as me. So I’m challenging Pippa, Vic, Emma and Jen to show us their fridges, too.
Go on. I dare you.
(anyone sniggering at my slightly OCD need to have all the Coke cans facing the same way should feel ashamed of themselves. It’s cruel to mock the afflicted, you know)
