I'm all class
Because of the no oven situation, I've been exploring the delights of things-that-can-be-cooked-in-the-microwave.
Which more or less makes me white trash.
Today for lunch we're having some faux Italian style pasta thing. It calls for milk, water and "2 teaspoons salt reduced polyunsaturated table spread". I kid you not. Apparently we can't say margarine anymore. Or do they mean jam?
I had to hide my trolley from a woman from kindergarten - there is no going back once someone knows you feed your children chicken korma from a box.
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Haha! Excellent. I've hid from people in the supermarket too. Fear of trolley contents..
You won't be able to say feta soon either. Only feta feom Greece (or somewhere) is allowed to be call feta. Bet they're up in arms at Puhoi..
Isn't it only feta that is made from goat's milk that is allowed to be called feta? But it takes a lot of label-checking to find.
Yum. Feta..
I bought some feta. Cow feta. From Puhoi. Are you psychic?
And where is margarine from?
margarine is from [REDACTED] and is made from [REDACTED] and must never be [REDACTED] or [REDACTED] otherwise it will [REDACTED].
seriously scary stuff, that margarine. i remember my mother telling me that when she was a kid, margarine came with these little yellow pellets that you broke open and stirred into the margarine to give it that nice buttery color. yum.
I try to shop incognito because I ffed my child (large adolescent that he is) chippies and [shock horror] chocolate coated muesli bars. I am such a poor parent.
Children wouldn't live long in my house. I find it a chore to cook for myself...so, I don't. Lots and lots of toast, honey, and bananas.
While we're confessing: we took MacDonalds, a loaf of bread and a jar of Nutella instead of cooking when we went camping last Friday.
But we boiled a billy for coffee.
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