OMG - Ive just watched new Jamie Oliver Prog and cant believe a 5 year old's fave meal is a Kebab!!!!

[mumma2cjh]

I felt soooooooooo guilty the other day as in a md rush I gave my 3 year old fresh pasta nad pesto followed by strawberries, grapes and apple slices....After watching JO's new programme I feel totally relieved.

Im not a great cook but would never, never, never feed my 3 year old kebab meat or chips and cheese from a take a way!!!!

Indeed. Tripe, oxtail, kidneys etc.

I've also seen chickens feet in a Spanish supermarket, not sure how they would be cooked tbh.

Lol enid - Babybaby123's GPs didn't even have windows. Let alone a kebab shop.

god enid I love egginacup

best with butter
bit of pepper/salt

soldiers

tis Off School Sick food in our house

and what's wrong with netto?

lidl and the like are good enough for a lot of people.

oh, it's nasty and vile.

then ditch the fecking fags, send the big TV back to Bright House, cancel the Sky and take the fucking bus to Sainsbo's.

when we lived in that dive Muirhouse Sainsbo's was 1.62miles away. up a big hill, too, and through another estate which is now having problems with shootings.

well, if you wanted to go there instead of Morrison's (1m away) or Farm Foods then you could either walk it or get any number of the buses that went through there.

so it's not on your doorstep.

well, fuck, that's tough.

oh god i want worthy workign calss grandparents.....

okaaaaaaaaaaaaay

paternal grandfather was a national rugby star had a testimonial year, coudl choose the money of a rolls royce, chose the rolls royce and crahed it the day he picked it up

will that do?

egg in a cup
YUM

Ok, I read the 1st page and the last. Didn't watch Jamie. I ackowledge that he is trying to do the right thing but he gets on my tits. This all strikes me as another way for middle class people to sneer/laugh at the plebs.

I'm not saying there isn't a problem but I am a bit cynical that there are supposedly millions of fat kids everywhere. I don't see many and I live in a typical not particularly posh area.

i do selective lidl (fresh fruit/veg, cartons of orange juice, organic milk, peppers/chillis stuffed with cream cheese, also great for craft supplies for dd's)

some weeks veg box

sometimes sainsbo's/waitrose/morrisons

our local kebab place does bollocks too (literally) though dh hasn't summoned up the necessary courage to order them yet

you weirdy English and those rank half cooked eggs to dip strips of toast in.

boak.

i remember seeing that for the first time in a hotel that catered to ice climbers from all over the world in Colorado and my shock at these English getting excited about one of those egg cookers and egg cups at breakfast, eating these vile runny eggs.

and my half-German ex h exclaiming, 'Oh, jah! And they even feed those runny things to their kids!'

oh
i htought htat was kind of "shameless" kind of behaviour

he won "the cup" once9 [payed for /batley?)
not wiht an egg in

got a medal that he gave to a mate.

my grandparents were opposite ends of the scale
one pair lived in a multi and ate shit food
one pair lived on a farm and made soup every day

all had bad hearts and strokes

My grandmother was widowed during WW2 when my mum was 3, managed to grow veg, make her own jam and hold down a full-time job in the civil service.

yes me too
imagine mums delight when she met her inlaws( her dad ex cambridge grad and history teacher)

oh god i love runny eggs and soldiers
i have dd2 at home with The Pox today i think i will make her egg in a cup

my mum's parents lived in a 2 up 2 down

she shared a room with them till she was 16

he was a coalminer, died in his 50s (coaldust and smoking, double whammy) they grew veg to supplement their income, the kids would fight over who would drink the water the veg were cooked in (mum didn't have teenage spots). my grandmother went into service for a Jewish family on the Isle of Man when she was 14.

life was hard but good iykwim

i can't bring myself to serve the DDs runny eggs.

i fear salmonella.

bundy put it here

salmonella my arse

then my American family (excepting half-French mother and auntie who like to eat meat that still has a pulse) would chide, 'Told you not to eat that raw food' and i'd never hear the end of it.

i wasn't exagerating - they had carboard up at the windows cos the windows how blown out!

god yes cabbage water for spots my mum's ultimate wisdom that I could never bear to live by

americans are Funny About Food though