No, I don't own a Thermomix.
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Actually cooking food from scratch takes heaps of time! Not just the preparation, but the cleaning up afterwards.
But I am valiant and hard working, etc, etc, so I press on.
We did not starve on Day 1. Hooray! In desperation, the Boy eats my "disgusting" food*.
Today I trialed a bread that could not double as a blunt instrument. Win. We also had crumbed chicken and veg for dinner. Actually yum.
Day 2 got off to a shaky start - the Boy did not want toast for breakfast. But we can't have pikelets and maple syrup every day, can we?
I spend hours - seriously - trying to get stuff ready for lunch.
Falafal - FAIL.
Mayonnaise - FAIL.
Flat bread - FAIL.
WTF? I totally followed the recipes. More or less.
So, for lunch we supped on vegie sticks. And some plain salted potato chips.
For afternoon tea, Justababy added in some blue paint to her diet. I'm not sure if it's allowed.
Dinner was less ambitious - Chicken drumsticks and steamed veg. Edibility win.
And I had a lovely steaming mug of carob drink before bed. My husband inquired if it tasted like chocolate. Nup, it tastes like carob. Well, it's brown, he says. Yep, but so are lots of things.
*It's always disgusting, that's nothing new.
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