I wake up this morning to the sound of New Flatmate practising the recorder. I have a crazy hangover, considering how early I went to sleep, and am starving.
"Are you going to cook me breakfast?" I ask him, staggering out of my bedroom and interrupting his latest (kind of catchy) rendition of Three Blind Mice.
"No," he says, putting down the recorder determinedly. "I'm going out for a coffee."
"What?! But Old Flatmate always cooked me breakfast when I was hungover!" I squeal indignantly. But it's too late, he's already out the door.
Hmm, I think, poking around the empty kitchen cupboards. He made a pretty good chili the other night, in fairness to him. I really must learn to cook something myself soon. I find an old tin of sardines and eat them from the can, standing there in my vest-top and knickers. What am I going to do when I'm a proper grown-up with kids and stuff? Do babies eat pasta and pesto?
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Sure they do.
ReplyDeleteIf they don't then my three are going to get very hungry indeed.They are also partial to fish fingers and Smithwick's.I blame their mother.
ReplyDeleteSpledid blog by the by.
It's Sunday I'm lying in bed and eating tuna from the can. I hope babies have nothing against that as well as pasta and pesto. Somebody make me breakfast!
ReplyDeleteHa ha!
ReplyDeleteif you teach them early on and not put too much garlic/onion/chilli on it, they probably would. make it gooey.
ReplyDeleteHooray for tinned fish the whole world over.
ReplyDeleteHello Devin. God, I want a fishfinger sandwich now. More than anything else in the world. On white bread. With ketchup on one side and mustard on the other.
Annie..I've just scoffed a ham,cheese and onion toastie and I'm planning another.It's Sunday morning and the kitchen smells like burnt pub sanger.
ReplyDeleteI had meant to say "Splendid" earlier but got stupid instead.
All the little ones survive somehow.
ReplyDeleteHmm, there's no bread in the house and Flatmate has gone swimming. I think I might have to go to the shops myself.
ReplyDeleteHi Lupa xxx
Kids don't eat. They suck the life out of you! Or so I've heard...
ReplyDeleteYou bet kids eat pasta and pesto, and tons of other stuff as well. The first solid food my niece ate was the wrapping of a salad roll when she was a few months old. Perfect for her because she could gum them! Plus we got great service at the restaurant because everyone wanted to come over and see how cute she was. I think curry might be a bit much until their say 3 or 4 though...
ReplyDeleteWhat am I going to do when I'm a proper grown-up with kids and stuff?
ReplyDeleteAnnie, I'm still trying to figure that one out, and I have two of them. You kind of stumble along and somehow things work out.
That is the last thing I would even possibly eat when hungry. Yuck. But fantastic blog, I liked the style.
ReplyDeleteThey still make recorders??
ReplyDeleteYes, they still make recorders! Ridick, I know.
ReplyDeleteHere's a picture of him to prove it:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/annierhiannon/233752522/
Shops are open on Sundays now in Ryjkvvijk. Reijkyvik. Iceland?
ReplyDeleteWeren't when I was there.
Lucky you! :)
Babies can eat any old leftovers you may have lying around. That's why people have them, they're like little waste disposal units. Sometimes chicken bones are a bit too big for them though, so you need to snap them in half before they can eat them.
ReplyDeleteAre they? I didn't realise. I just saw that they weren't when I moved here and then never went out on a Sunday again. Hmm. Skífan is open on a Sunday, but then again Skífan is always open, isn't it.
ReplyDeleteI realise everything in your blonk is true but I don't quite believe you can't cook, Miss Rhiannon.
ReplyDeleteOkay Oshi, le truth:
ReplyDelete1. I can make spaghetti bolognese, but it's not particularly nice.
2. I once made grilled salmon steaks with roasted winter vegetables and haricot vert, but it involved a great deal of heartache, an intensive week of internet research, and a teary phone-call to my father at the last minute.
Babies will have to eat what they're given. And like it!
ReplyDeleteIt's either that or be eaten themselves.
* burp *
Ooh. Excuse me!
IDV, you're discracing our blogger community!.......Have you finished with that tasty looking leg?
ReplyDeleteI love eating fish from a can - sardines, salmon, tuna - kippered snacks, herring - ummmm. Just don't forget your can opener.
ReplyDeleteOne thing you shouldn't feed babies is those Walker's Creamy Chicken and Pasanda Poppadoms...what a feckin mess that made.
ReplyDeleteBabies are like Hoovers. Demonic Hoovers. Demonic Hoovers that yell a lot. You mainly spend most of your time trying to keep them from putting things in their mouths. They will stuff anything in their gob, as long as it's not edible.
ReplyDeleteAlso, there is breast feeding. Immensely easy, just get your baby in the general vicinity of your norks, and you're all set. You don't even have to get out of bed. And you can sleep through it. Much like leeches, they fall off when they're full.
Why is your word verification looking at my tatas? "sizedd"? That's just taking the piss.
Anchovies... the royalty of tinned fish! Spread them on toast and give to the kids n stuff. Then tell them to jump in the river if they get thirsty. That's enough parenting expertise for now.
ReplyDeleteps Appearing in your "vest-top and knickers" seems to have given New Flatmate the heebie jeebies. I advise heavy flannel pjs for a time and he'll be able to get your breakfast for you
1. Practising the recorder? And he's still alive?
ReplyDelete2. Everyone eats pasta and pesto, except my dad.
3. I eat tins of tuna sometimes when I'm too hungry to cook. It's very nice.