I have to share this with you. It’s something that has actually made me laugh tonight, and shows how totally bonkers this bloody illness has made my daughter. We are both laughing about it - it’s the utter ridiculousness of it that DD recognises, but is helpless to change.
Making her sandwich for tomorrow’s lunch:
2 slices of bread that are identical and fit together perfectly, open out like a book.
Thin layer of light mayo totally covering each piece right to the edge. Scrape each edge down so none spills over.
Add mustard to one third of one slice taking as much care as with the mayo.
Take 4 slices of ham and place each slice perfectly at each corner, replace any slices that fold or crease.
Take salad leaves place in middle and fan out to the edges so it’s slightly raised in the middle, less at the edge, and none goes over the edge.
Put the top on.
Cut the sandwich into uneven quarters - horizontal cut the bottom third (with the mustard) then make vertical cut NOT in the middle or a third, but in between the two.
Why? Because it means she can eat the sandwich from worst quarter to best quarter instead of worrying about eating them in the wrong order and the calories being ‘wasted’ on food that she won’t enjoy eating because it isn’t perfect.
When eating, take one bite, eat one half of a cherry tomato. Take another bite, eat one slice of cucumber. Repeat.
Reduces sizes of bite towards the end to ensure you don’t have any toms or slices left, because you can’t eat them if you have no sandwich left to accompany.
Bonkers. Utterly, utterly bonkers 