Don't say...
You know, some days I am astounded, puzzled at what is brought home uneaten in the lunch box. These carrots were cut with love by myself this morning. It's tricky and cutting them this way risks a digit... but I'll risk a digit for a chinese-cut carrot in the shape of a flower. I can do Christmas trees too.
I rarely bring any food home....generally (as you know) it's all eaten by 11am. I never take enough. Of course, it's my own problem. I have a morbid fear of school tuckshops. One too many cranky tuckshop convenors probably dating back to Charleville when I'd have to walk through the High School passing all the big kids (thinking they were about to pay me out) and then arriving at the tuckshop only to be told I was too late, too early, hadn't established an account, they didn't have enough and to try back after lunch. I don't think I was ever yelled at...but plenty of my collegues were. It's like when someone is being yelled at and YOU feel like you're in trouble.
September 2, 2008 at 9:51 PM
i love the effort you have put into the food - and \I would love someone to cut me chinese flower shaped carrots. Do the Christmas trees only come out at the appropriate time of the year - I do recall in a previou spost you mentioning your dislike of Christmas in July...