Showing posts with label fridge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fridge. Show all posts

Monday, 11 April 2011

Losing my cool

Today, I'm going to share more with you than I've ever shared before. I feel quite vulnerable doing this so please do bear with me. You see, I've been tagged, as you do, by Pippa from A Mother's Ramblings because she wanted to see what guilty pleasures I've been concealing from you all. Then, Chris from Thinly Spread also tagged me before I got the chance to post.

I'm going to share with you the contents of my fridge. Yes, that's right. My fridge. Eep.

So, I took the photo on Friday night. Our shopping generally arrives on Tuesday and I store any meat that's not going to be used immediately in the freezer, plus a trip away means there might be less food than normal. I don't store fruit in the fridge unless it's berries etc. And there is rarely any booze in there!

Here we go...



(Try to ignore the broken shelf and the rubbish photography.)

I also have to itemise what is in inside. Deep breath...

There is: active yeast, tomato purée, sun-dried tomato purée, garlic purée, rosemary, half a lemon, root ginger, eggs, butter, coconut milk, balsamic salad dressing, semi-skimmed milk, milk chocolate ice cream sauce, cream of horseradish, lemon juice, lime juice, gravadlax sauce, goose fat, cornichons, red Thai curry paste, green Thai curry paste, tahini, pinole (dunno either - husband uses it), seeded wraps, coloured cheddar, white cheshire, ham, quince relish, pasta sauce (left over from a recipe), low fat Greek yogurt, raspberry yogurt, blueberry yogurt, low fat mayonnaise, ricotta (left over from another recipe), milk carton from school that Monkey didn't drink, sticky hoisin sauce, red pesto, capers, coarse grain mustard, christmas chutney (home made), chimichurri sauce, lingonberry sauce, squeezy mustard, margarine (for chocolate cake), leftover salad, leftover ricotta, spinach and tomato frittata, mushrooms, cherry tomatoes, potatoes, onions, red peppers, carrots, basil, sweet potato, cucumber, flat leaf parsley, thyme.

I don't know if that was what Pippa was expecting, but that is what is there.

I guess I'd better tag a few people to carry this on and be brave like me. This has led me to have a brilliant idea. During April, I have been taking part in a comment group, so I've been getting to know a few other bloggers, whose blogs I am still discovering. I think this meme would be a brilliant ice-breaker so I'm going to tag them all.

So I am tagging

Helen at The Petit Mom
Kathryn at Diary of a (not so) Single Mum
Sabina at Mummy Matters
Laura at The McCaskie Clan
Clare at Seasider in the City
Liska at New Mum Online

Can't wait to see what they come up with!

Was my fridge what you expected? Were there any surprises? Do you think my fridge contents say anything about me? Let me know in the comments below. Be gentle.

Friday, 30 July 2010

You know you're a Mum when....

I've picked up this great meme from Christine at Thinly Spread. She decided to write about the things that mark her out as a mother of children. I thought I'd add mine. (Assuming I can find 10 new ones of course!)

1. You're not grossed out by anything anymore. By the time you become a mother, your dignity has gone anyway, considering the number of people that have surveyed your private parts during pregnancy and birth. And then, unless you are very lucky, within days, you will have been peed, puked and pooed on, sometimes all three at the same time. Actually, newborn nappies are a doddle compared to the ones you get after weaning..... anyhow, you've seen it and done it all by then. Nothing is too gross, nothing can faze you.

2. You find yourself singing a tune, which at first you don't recognise, and then realise that it's the theme tune from a children's TV programme. And it will not go from your head, however hard you try.

3. You notice ambulances/police cars/fire engines/diggers/tractors whilst out driving, point them out excitedly and then realise you are alone in your car. Good job no-one else is there to see your embarrassment.

4. Your fridge looks like this. Party invites, reminders, school dinner menus, certificates, notes from school and nursery, reminders for all sorts of things placed somewhere where you can grab hold of them quickly. Oh, and your little darlings' artwork. Before children arrived in this house, it would have been a surprise if more than 4 things were stuck on it. (Some of those fridge magnets weren't my choice either!)

5. Tidying your house is akin to painting the Forth Bridge. As soon as you finish at one end, it's time to start again at the other and it's never all tidy and clean at the same time.  Ditto laundry. Ditto ironing, if I did any.

6. You have random conversations on topics you never thought possible. Recently, I got asked if the baby Jesus only had one hand (too long to explain that one) which was interesting for July. When I explained to the children that my Mum's cat had passed away, they thought she'd gone to Devon, which is where their aunt (my sister) lives, so confusion abounded for about 10 minutes at the end of which, I was crying with laughter.

7. You have finely honed negotiation skills on a par with the United Nations. Seriously, a group of mothers could deliver world peace. You take no nonsense from your children after the 147th fight over who is going to sit on "your side" of the car. There is no storming off, sulking, ceding to unreasonable demands or walking unwittingly into flashpoints. World statesmen would not stand a chance. You are a formidable, and irresistible, force.

8. You see a spot/red mark on your child that wasn't there a few hours ago. Immediately, your brain races off on a kind of instant and internal Google search. First, you search "meningitis symptoms" and grab a glass to press on it. It blanches and you exhale, not having realised you've been holding your breath since noticing aforementioned mark. Next, it's "chickenpox" (even if your child has already had it) and your inbuilt family diary flicks back over the last few days to see if you think your child has been near anyone who is or who could be pregnant. You check for other, similar spots. You take their temperature. You dispense Calpol, just in case, even if won't cure spots. You cross your fingers that they will be OK tomorrow and they don't miss school/nursery/their best friend's party they have been looking forward to for yonks.

9. You well up, or cry at everything. News stories are never the same once you are a mother. You hear of a death or deaths and you can't help thinking "that was someone's son or daughter". You know that someone somewhere is grieving the loss of a child, however old that child was, and you can only imagine the pain that they must be feeling. And that sets you off. On a lighter note, so does the end of most children's films.

10. Your heart melts when your nearly 4 year old daughter stops what she is doing at music group, comes up to you, wraps her arms around you and says "Mummy, are you very proud of me?" Right at that moment, whatever else she's done that day, she's forgiven and you love her without question. Which you always do anyway; it's just that sometimes, other stuff gets in the way. Your kids can pull up really fast with a few words or a single action, and you are reminded that you ARE a mother, and that you are their world to them. Deep stuff.

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So, there you go, there are my 10. Do you like them? I'm not going to tag anyone in particular to pass on this great meme, but feel free to tag yourself and have a go. Place a link in the comments if you want my other readers to find it, and whilst you are at it, why not visit Christine's fantastic original post and leave a comment with your link there too? Get yourself a badge too (see below). Dads, please note - there is a badge for you too on Thinly Spread, so don't consider yourself excluded.
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