Meat Free Monday 1/2/10

(Although we've actually had a meat free weekend, due to Jess the Wonderdog having an emergency vet trip on Friday and wiping out our bank account, but that is a story for another day)

So we've been Meat Free Monday-ing for a little while now. You can check out their website at www.supportmfm.org

We decided to get on board for a number of reasons. We're trying to reduce our footprint in as many ways as we can, and reducing the amount of meat we eat is a great place to start. I know that as a family, we eat more meat than we necessarily should healthwise. And a couple of vego meals a week is not too bad for the waistline or the bank balance either.

Tonight, we're having vego kebabs. I'm making felafel from the following recipe:

2 tins chickpeas, rinsed and drained
Parsley
Mint
In the food processor until the chickpeas are finely chopped
then into a bowl with some
Garlic
Cumin
Coriander
1/4 cup flour
and an egg
oh, and a spanish onion finely chopped

then rolling it into balls, whack them in the fridge for a bit and then spray with oil and bake until golden.

Yum!

I made some hoummous too (chickpea overload, but yum) and we're going to wrap them up with some lettuce, onion, tomato and cheese in a pita bread and toast them in the sandwich press.

We shall probably be pretty stinky people tomorrow, so don't sit next to us on the bus.

What's on your dinner plate tonight?

Someone left my $212 Monster Steam Cleaner out in the rain.....

and I'll never have a clean floor again.............oh nooooooooooo

Yes, today I was walking in the back door, and something caught my eye. Something that was not in it's rightful place.

"Why is my $212 Monster Steam Cleaner outside, and how long has it been there?" I asked my husband and children in my most polite, English lady of the manor sort of voice.

"Um" said Ms 12. Um is not good. Um is NEVER good. Um is the Ms 12 equivalent of every rude word I have ever heard in my entire life.

"I put it out there the other day".

So it's been outside, hidden in a corner but not an undercover corner FOR A WEEK. A week in which there was, oh, a bit of rain and a FUCKING TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

Somehow, I don't think that's the best thing for an electrical appliance.

Ok, I'm back

Well that was almost over before it began. Am feeling the need to journal a few things lately though, so back in the swing. Maybe. Man, procrastination much?

The thing about breastfeeding a toddler is....

....they talk. A lot. Like yesterday, when The Boober came running up. "What do you want honey?" I asked. "Boob" she responded.

Or just now, as she tried to eat a carrot and have boobie at the same time, which resulted in her pulling off and pronouncing "carrot boobie"

Or the other week, when she announced to a delivery man, "My mummy has big big boobies full of boobie milk".

Love you, Boober xxx

Today I learned

that even though he has a faux hawk, Wil Anderson is still really really sexy

Last night I slept on the wrong side of the bed

Due to the injury, and the fact that we have small people who end up in our bed every night, Husband and I swapped sides of the bed last night. Was slightly disconcerting. Fortunately The Boober managed to work out that dad was in my spot without trying to coax any boobie juice out of him, and made her way over to me.

At least if I'm a grumpy old bastard today, I have an excuse...

Today, my husband cut off a large part of his finger

Yes, just as I was feeling very organised, had done the washing, cleaned the kids' bathroom, mopped the dining room floor and was about to knuckle down to some study, the phone rang.



"Hi Clare, it's Lovely Receptionist from the Company Your Husband Works for. He's had a little accident. On a saw. He's at the hospital - he's ok, but we're a bit worried about his fingers....."



Right.

Deep Breath. All plans for day out of window.

Ring the hospital.

"He's still waiting to be seen, if you call back in an hour we'll have a better idea"

Right. So it can't be that bad. He hasn't been rushed to surgery.

Except he wasn't waiting to be seen. He was being seen, by 8 million doctors and plastics registrars. He's cut the whole pad of his middle finger of his left hand off. It's pretty nasty.

We go see the plastics guy next week to see whether they will try to fix it.