to be pissed off that school expect me to have endless time on my hands to drum up things I don't have BY TOMORROW

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Yeah, because when DS comes home from his post-school regular playdate (BECAUSE I WORK FULLTIME) at 8.30 with a note (dated today - it wasn't even, as usual, that he had forgotten it earlier in the week) insisting that we supply the following for tomorrow:

green and red peppers (fortunately have some in the fridge, past their best by date but not rotten so they will have to do )

plastic mixing bowl (nope: only glass ones in this house)

sieve (nope: just thrown a bashed up and bent one out)

clean tea towel (in this house? Are you kidding?)

...well, all I want to do after getting up at 6am following a 3am screaming session by youngest son followed by me breaking the cot painfully with my shoulder and having to have the wriggler in bed with us the rest of the night, getting all 3 kids ready for school which typically involves much screaming and blood pressure issues, getting them to their respective places by 9, putting in a FULL day at work, cooking dinner, bathing littluns, putting to bed, sitting on my laptop finishing off some work and cracking a glass of wine finally before it all starts again, after I've fallen asleep... Yes, all I want to do is rush to the 24 hr Tesco to keep up. 'Please contact us if you have any difficulties with this'. What, using my timemachine, so I can ring you 5 hours before I got the note when you might actually have been there?

What the fuck do they think we do with our time? Rant over. I will not let him down; but am pissed off with this casual and archaic attitude.

bumptwitknocker, I dunno about the OP but I don't have any plastic mixing bowls. I've got a couple of Pyrex ones, and a big old ceramic one I normally use as a salad bowl, but that's it. Until this thread it genuinely never occurred to me that I'd ever need one. Wouldn't it get all scratched really easily?

I asked the food tech teacher why I had to cook meat once, and she said that when I got married, my husband would eat meat, and I would need to know how to cook it. My husband does eat meat, but not at home, only if we go out for a meal, because he reckons it's unfair to ask me to cook something I wouldn't be prepared to eat. Also, we want dd to be vegetarian until she's old enough to make up her own mind, and so he thinks eating meat in front of her would be unfair.

mummy2scarlet - at teacher

mummy2scarlet - did you go to school in 1935?

Can't imagine them saying that now (mind you, thinking of dd's bizarre throwback food tech teachers, I am not so sure of that statement!)

Food tech teachers are a breed of their own. Ours was a safety freak, but kicked her own arse regularly putting her hand on the hob etc.

I didn't go to school in 1935 (), but I think that's where the teacher got her ideas from! She was awful - she once threw a baking tray at a boy, and then denied doing it. Another time, she had been on the local news, and when we asked her about it the next day, she denied that she'd been on it!
She can't have been a particularly good cook either, judging by some of the stuff I produce sometimes!

Food tech teachers are odd.

What makes you want to teach that?

Im thinking I might make rice filled squares and sell them on ebay - wonder if organically filled kath kidston ones would sell best?

We dont have a sick bowl - we have an empty ice cream tub - is that very vicky pollardy? its not a burberry tub or a posh variety

GetOrfMoiLand - I think it's a mixture of cluelessness and insanity!
Marmaduke - I have just found the bobble plate thread - it's hilarious, actually made me laugh out loud! Are there any more threads like that?

Oh nickschick, you are so right, I should have sent a note back to the teacher asking what variety of rice it should be

Surely you'd want to go for GM-free fair trade cotton adorned with hand-made Batik prints using natural dyes, filled with organic wild rice farmed in a sustainable manner. Or maybe cous-cous.

This thread is making me feel old, in my day we didn't have food tech, it was called "Home Economics". It alternated between cooking and sewing. I made a skirt once.....ho ho with different coloured threads.

I too have a sick bowl.

Mummy2 - I'm vegetarian too - my mother used to come up with vegetarian 'equivalents' for DS - didn't work very well for the scotch egg... However, dh is very much a meat-eater - but he can cook it at home (as long as he shuts the kitchen door to the hall and keeps the back door open, and washes up properly afterwards). I decided that ds ought to be brought up eating as wide a range of food as possible and then, if he wanted to become vegetarian at a later stage, fine... However, doesn't look as though there is much chance of that... 'Mummy, I like lambs. I eat lambs and sheep and chickens and pigs and cows...' at least he knows where its all coming from

Am very glad to hear about all these sick bowls. Not just me then.

Thinking about it we have two! One for the car (with a lid ) and one at home....

LMAO at this thread taking off! I loved Anna's rice squares. And the sick bowl. It was a deranged, exhausted late night rant. And guess what? We did it. No we DO NOT have ANY plastic mixing bowls thank you very much. But we did manage to find a salad/fruit bowl which had half a dozen mouldy clementines in which sufficed. Tea towel was a clean muslin. And at all you doubters who sniffed at me for not having these. I have loftier things to worry about . Green pepper turned out to be a bit squishy on one side but the red fine and a bit of judicious chopping helped.

And a small colander substituted for the sieve.

I did not send a note but it has inspired me to write stroppy letters to the governors asking for text/email messaging. What is that system called again?

I always thought it was a bit odd that you had to take in your own ingredients for food tech.
I'm a science teacher - I might send a note home next week "please come in with five clean test tubes and a small bottle of hydrochloric acid"

I have LOL at this thread. I remember being utterly humiliated at the age of 11 when I brought porridge powder - that instant ready brek stuff - for flapjacks instead of porridge oats. My mother had never made flapjacks, nor had I... but I was ripped to pieces. At least your son won't have been!

It is a text alert system. My messages start "Groupcall school name blah blah." But they only send them for whole school things, not reminders for individual classes...but no doubt that is coming!