I am watching Jamie Oliver's programme about how kids in Rotherham are eating so poorly that it beggars belief. In a typically middle-class way I am tutting appropriately as I learn that little Kylie has never eaten anything other than a kebab, that Donna spends all her benefits money on ciggies and chocolate and that Chardonnay can't recognise boiling water.
And then I realise that for the last three evenings this has been my evening meal:
Sunday - takeaway pizza
Monday - reheated takeaway pizza, followed by chocolate hobnobs
Tuesday - microwaved pasta
Hmm. Probably ought to put that middle-class smugness on hold for the time being. Though I went to playgroup in Rotherham, so perhaps it's just my genes reverting to type.
3 comments:
Nothing changes: when you were 6 your favourite meal was chicken nuggets
and 'monster men pizzas' too (I think they were called)
You never ate your veg ,though you did eat satsumas and grapes
I think they were 'Monster Foot' pizzas - nasty garishly-coloured things!
RSN
Oi - this isn't a public forum for my parents to embarrass me you know.
Damnit, it is.
:o(
L x
PS Yes they were Monster Foot pizzas. And they were lovely.
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