A post about nothing

 Years and years as the person who eats the things that will be wasted if I don't eat them means my standards are quite low. As the person who was responsible for all the planning, all the shopping, all the food prep and all the cleaning up, my interest in doing a single unneccessary skerrick of work conspired to further lower my standards.

Today I thought we were having a lunch provided by work but I had the wrong day. I messaged my girls to say it was a huge disappointment but I would be ok because I have an office fruit bowl.

The responses:

"I thought chopped up fruit but not Kylie"

"I had the same thought. Pictured some cut up apples and some mushy pear and maybe some tinned cherries or something just for fun"

After I got home and had a small apple pie with my dinner, Keaghan asked "Did you at least warm it up?'

No, I did not.

"I knew you didn't, that's why I asked"

I appall them.

I also have a cold and got my car locked in the basement at work and had to get an Uber home. They say I have drama every day but I absolutely swear I don't create these situations on purpose.

How about you?

 A quick little bit of fluff tonight but these kinds of memes are always fun.

1. Scrambled on sourdough

2. Prawn salad or egg or chicken, lettuce and mayo. Honestly, how am I supposed to choose? I also like banana, sultanas and peanut butter or butter and honey.

3. Hot chips. Followed by potato bake, mashed potato, roast potato, hash browns and potato in curry.

4. Coriander

5. Salt

6. Wooden spoon, wooden chopping board, quality knife.

7. Bolognaise

8. Lamb Shoulder

9. As a kid I always thought it was Christmas if we had fish and chips. Fish and chips was always take-away but Mum made lots of things I still enjoy: pavlova, vanilla nut custard, apricot chicken, Madras Steak and swwet and sour chicken. 

Winter

 For the 29 years we have lived in this house, the gas heater has been a feature of winter life. One of my twins stuck her finger inside the grill at 10 months old and got her finger burnt. I still wonder what I was thinking to leave the kids unattended but I really never expected anyone to do that, she had previously ignored the heater completely.

I remember the kids dressing in the loungeroom in front of the heater on cold school mornings. 

I remember setting up a broom across two chairs in front of the heater and using it as a clothes dryer.

I remember once hosting a party and being so happy to be able to have a warm and welcoming home but with all the people in the room we sweltered.

These days Keaghan spends all his time in his bedroom with a small heater keeping the room warm, only appearing for food and to razz Buffy so I am alone in the lounge room and it seems wasteful to run the gas heater for such a large room with only me in it. Instead, I spread a heated rug over the couch and sit on it. My back and legs are toasty warm, my ankles and hands are colder.

Buffy is snoring beside me, taking up her allocated part of the rug. She would rather be on my lap but can't compete with the laptop.

Soon I will make a hot chocolate and dip a buttermilk rusk in it. I first saw the buttermilk rusks at Aldi last year and because I can not resis trying a new product, I bought some. When they arrived in store this winter, I bought some more. It's quite a delicious and comforting little treat.

And as I write, I remember that we are almost out of milk. Will i have the chocolate tonight or will I have coffee in the morning? Choices, choices.

Talking of winter, they say that more people die in winter than any other time and I don't know what the statistics say but this week, the first time we have had temperatures below 10 degrees, and the week of the shortest day, we have seen six aged care residents go to the next life. Six.

Before I turn in for the night, I will heat my wheat bags in the microwave. That winter tradition has been going a good few years now. One heat pack at my back, because who doesn't love a heat source on their back, and the other will keep my hands warm while i drift off to sleep.