Tuesday, 3 May 2016

Why I don't plan meals

"Thou shalt plan meals" is, quite clearly, one of the ten commandments of the mummy-blogosphere. I've tried, people. I've tried. But I just can't do it. Here's why:

  • Sometimes I just don't FEEL like eating what I planned, and since les gnenfants will probably complain about whatever I feed them, I'm going to make something I want to eat. So there.
  • If I don't have a plan, I can base meals around whatever I find reduced at the supermarket. Hooray for yellow stickers
  • The veg box can sometimes throw a spanner in the works - like if we have even more parsnips than usual to use up. 
  • And then there's THIS issue... 



Am I the only one whose husband has a totally unpredictable appetite? We need to set up a support group, peoples!

No husbands were harmed in the making of this post.


  1. Sometimes there's nothing better than white bread toast with butter. Or corn flakes with very cold milk. So easy to prepare too.

    God bless.

  2. My husband too! Men. Seriously!