There was ‘n early phone call. Our daughter was asked to work at short notice and had no time to arrange her normal contact to pick up her son from school. We have in the past done lots of emergency and not so emergent baby sitting or child minding. So, we obliged this time as well and will drive to Sydney in couple of hours.
I did a quick dash to Aldi and bought chicken thighs and broccoli. Helvi was doing her Pilatus at the local hall next to a Presbyterian church. They have a large sign outside with “Jesus only uses ARMS to hold you.” They also offer free lunch and a cup-o-tea. Bless their souls.
The grandson Max is a resolute vegetable hater since birth when even within an hour or so of his birth he already scoffed at broccoli and onions. 😉 However, as a gesture of great love for his mum and us he will consider a temporary lowering of his anti vegetable stance and lick the broccolini if enough encouragement and urging on is applied together with a $5.- inducement. That’s how it goes and don’t get me going on parental guidance or advice. We still want a few years of life.
Odd how some genes don’t get passed. Both our daughter and her parents (including us) are consummate vegetable eaters. Helvi more than me. There is not a food that I won’t eat except brown vegemite and lumpy porridge. I can still remember my mother opening a jar of brown back in 1957. The horror, the horror? Talk about dysfunctional upbringing!
I have to keep this piece a bit short. I still have to boil some rice and let the lot cool off before putting it in a couple of handy clip-on lidded plastic containers. H has just arrived back from her Pilatus and looks all rosy-a-glow and ravishing.
That’s how it goes.