Selectively Juggling

When my eldest child was around twelve-months old I stumbled into the kitchen, bleary-tired eyes (trying to balance being a first time mum, with returning back to a challenging social worker role). Anyway, I grabbed my son’s milk bottle and added what I thought was a chocolate-based additive (it was relative healthy). Walking through the kitchen my tired eyes failed to note that I had inadvertently added BBQ sauce to the milk. Let’s just say I had been generous with the so-called chocolate too.

Not chocolate, you ask! How did I know? The moment I brought the bottle to my own lips in order to safety test it before giving it to my son. It was disgusting! I spat it out immediately, chastising myself for being an idiot. I never made that mistake again.

One other time, I made red lentil bread and some high fibre bean curry. I ate the curry on the toasted red lentil bread, thinking I was being really healthy. Suffice it too say, there really is a thing called #too much fibre. I literally ended up needing a day off work, as I had enough wind (gas) to engine wind-based turbines. Thankfully it was just me who devoured the red lentil bread and bean curry.