From post on my Anth Mum blog
Yah, yah, that is very rational and sensible. Totally Enlightenment. And of course the reasons I was making the packed lunch were totally MILFy and nonsense. But the reason I gave it up in the end was not because I did not really have time. I am a Noodle Mom. I will cook food for anyone who wants it as long as there are hours in the day.
'Kay yah, how I came to be doing a packed lunch for the Baron in the first place was like this. The Baron wanted to eat lunch in the university refectory and have a small sandwich when he got home cuz he figured that was a healthy way to eat. 'N I was like, "Well, yea-h. But Sunshine, if you do that, you will not see your child from dawn to dusk cuz she has to eat at 5.30 and be in bed by the time you are putting your first pint ve-e-ery gently on its beermat." I said the Baron must come home and eat sit-down dinner with me and Piglet, or why had I given up my job to move and live like family with him in a place he didn't have a long commute home? And I offered to make the packed lunch cuz it would be cheaper than the three course deal of the day with chips in the refectory, and much much nicer than the sandwich oozing high fat mayonnaise available from the narsty campus cafés.
|Walnut Whips available to ship round |
the world from Brit Store.
Some of my collection of bento boxes.
No no, that one on the floor is a
Those boxes at the front are from Paperchase
So-o-o although I grumbled and moaned about 'having' to make the packed lunch, 'n everyone sensibly told me to stop bothering, I carried on doing it for a long time.
Then there came a time when I agreed to make the Piglet a packed lunch once a week. The Baron often did not want a packed lunch on that day, so I felt like, Why can you guys not have your packed lunches on the same days then I might get a break from making it just occasionally? And then there was a run of days when I got up early, made a lovely packed lunch, and the Baron said: "Oh sorry, did I not mention that I am going out for a slap up meal with my colleagues so I do not need the packed lunch." Sometimes the little pot of pasta salad came home evidently uneaten - although it was the healthiest part of the meal. (The Walnut Whip never came home, LOL.) The Baron would say, "I did not have time to eat the packed lunch."
Well, I started to feel fed up - literally! cuz if the packed lunch was not being taken into work I had to eat it, 'n it was not the sort of thing I like to eat. There were very rarely oysters, cream slices or leftover risotto made into crispy pan-fried ricecakes in there. The packed lunch had been designed lovingly for the Baron with meat sandwiches (bit of salad sneaked in to keep the five-a-day going).
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Now the Baron never of course told me what he wanted in his packed lunch. I knew what he wanted and what he needed, totally in that Master/Slave dialectical way that I was posting about the other day. The Baron suffers existential angst and inferiority complex. He does not know why he is on this earth or if he really exists so it is kinda hard for him to ask for a packed lunch cuz prolly he does not exist and if he does he is a worm in the scheme of creation so does not deserve a packed lunch.
And so - as I had suspected would be the case - the Baron never managed to put an 'S' against any day on the list. I have never made him a packed lunch since then.