About Me

Perth, WA, Australia
Hi friends. To those I have met in person and the many I haven't - welcome to our nest. Thanks so much for stopping by. I am a mama of six baby birds and wife to one papa bird. Our nest is an intricately woven home, crafted over time, through the highs and lows of life, and many in-betweens. We are soon to leave our Australian nest to re-locate to our second home, the UK. This is our story, of our new life in a new country, the trials and tribulations, bidding goodbye to precious friends and embracing new. I know at times, our wings will be flapping so hard to keep us moving forward that we will tire, however, a little perseverence will bring effortless gliding amongst a soft breeze, and even stronger wings for the journey ahead. Welcome to our flight......

Friday, 12 November 2010

Groceries Gone

The strangest thing occurs in our home - well actually, many strange things happen in our home, but this is the latest ...

After our big weekly shopping expedition, whereby we come home with bag after bag full to the brim with provisions and also after having spent a small fortune yet again on said stuff, the kids can't find anything to eat. Nothing! Why is that?

I mean, we buy all the necessaries and then some. We stock the fridge and the pantry not to mention the freezer but the general body of people in our home are still not satisfied. Granted, we don't buy junk food, meaning crisps, biscuits, lollies, soda etc, but we never have, so that shouldn't be a problem. If the kids have a treat, I will bake something. Did I mention I am an old-fashioned kind of Mummy?

An hour after dinner tonight our firstborn child stated that she was starving following her (meagre apparently) dinner of pork chops, garden salad, fresh baguette and oven-roasted jacket potato, plus an apple for dessert. I seriously couldn't think of one more food group that she hadn't partaken of for the day. So I gave in and did what all tired Mummy's do and said 'Go on then and have the lemon tart with the thick vanilla yoghurt that is hiding in the back of the fridge'.

She skipped off in merry delight because of course, all along, that is what she wanted and the other poor little one's went off to bed with rumbling tummies and without their fix of tart and yoghurt.

Maybe it's time to re-visit the tale of children from history who only had potatoes, rice and weak vegetable stock for dinner night after night. The only problem is that the last time we spoke of that, the kids were so excited they begged us to just serve them plain rice for dinner and honestly, that just doesn't appeal. For months they kept bringing the subject of 'our rice only dinner'.

I only have one teenager in the house at the moment, with five more to follow. Imagine what it will be like when they are all grown-up people! We will need a separate room just for the food plus ten fridges and our very own bakery out in the backyard.

1 comment:

  1. I'm still like that! I go to the full fridge and complain we have nothing.

    I like the idea of having a lunchbox full of food that my boy will be able to go to as often as he likes filled with good, nutritious snack foods. So if he's hungry straight after dinner he knows he can have whatever is in there, but not a mars bar or something else junky.