We had pikelets for breakfast this morning, as we have almost every other morning since we began this diet. They used to be a lovely treat for the weekend, but no more.
For dinner, we had rissoles, rosti and steamed veg. Yesterday it was rissoles, mashed potato and steamed veg. The night before that it was crumbed chicken pieces, mashed potato and steamed veg. And before that? Fish, potato bake and, you guessed it, steamed veg.
And for seasoning, we have salt and pepper. That's it. Oh, what I'd give for a pinch of spice, a splash of soy sauce or even that floppy leftover sprig of parsley on the restaurant plate.
We have at least a few days yet before we can break the monotony again. Boy is doing well, but Girl is a bit off her game - it could be some sort of illness, it could be a continued reaction to the salycilates... who knows? So we wait.
I had my showdown with Boy's teacher on Wednesday. She was running late and I was on my way out, having given up on waiting, when she finally turned up.
I expressed my anger, frustration and annoyance. She was apologetic and sympathetic. She hadn't realised it would matter - just a little chocolate and lollypop. Telling her that he should only eat what I've prepared and "here, for morning tea he can have this apple, if you wouldn't mind peeling it for him" wasn't explicit enough, perhaps? (I suspect she just forgot about it entirely.)
So now she seems to get it. Boy told me he went into the other kindy class and there was food there but he didn't have any of it because it would ruin his diet! And the poor love howled after missing out on a cupcake that one of the mothers had brought for all the kids to eat on the way home.
"When will we figure out what's wrong with my tummy so we can stop this diet?!"
Soon, I wish it would be soon...
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