As things stand, if I was to get my one wish today, here’s what I’d wish for……someone to come in daily and cook healthy (and calorie-free) varied meals (including shopping for the ingredients) which would be loved by parents and teenagers alike.
Nothing too difficult about that really.
In fact it would only be taking over one of the multitudinous roles that I’m expected to carry out every day.
Not too much to ask for….but unfortunately, as you’ve probably guessed, it isn’t going to happen.
The trouble is, I’ve lost my mojo…..it’s gone, fled to the hills and as a result disaster is looming. I’ve already been told that it was about time that there was a bit more variety (when I served lasagne for the second time in 3 weeks – lasagne is a lot of work, right and it’s my guaranteed ‘everybody loves it’ menu….what the heck!!!). Last night’s dinner was a complete disaster – the meat was so inedible that I threw it in the bin before we’d even started and told everyone to make do with mash, veg and what was, if I say so myself, a spectacularly delicious gravy. I won’t be taking an unidentifiable slab of meat out of the back of the freezer and trying to wing a Brassato again 🙁
So what would you do?
I have a husband who eats out a lot in nice restaurants and has high standards, so fish fingers and the like are a no-no. He’s also a bit anti-British (what’s that about?). None of the children will eat fish or any of the things that I love (aubergines, anchovies, hummus etc), one of them barely eats enough to fill a fly and I’m always surreptitiously on the lookout for eating disorders (although I suspect she consumed enough junk food outside the house to keep her going for a very long time). All have long days and have to find their own lunches in the city and I do move mountains to try to make sure that we eat a family dinner together, even if there is a shift system on some evenings when people are out doing sport.
It’s all left me feeling deeply,deeply uninspired and every day I just rake around in the freezer trying to find something that will do for dinner with the minimum of effort and preferably no shopping involved.
It’s not good.
This morning at 6.15 am, this was the sight at the breakfast table….
I’m now filled with dread at the thought of trying to write a shopping list and head down to Migros.
What would you do? No, what do you do when this feeling strikes, because I’m sure that there isn’t a woman out there who doesn’t feel like this sometimes?
I need your help….failing that, please send your fairy godmother my way!