Friday, June 15, 2007

Meme

Kate from Our Red House has tagged me for the 5 things meme. I'm sitting here killing time at 5.45 in the morning, wondering why when I've got the chance to sleep my body says 'No'. The internet comes into its own: quiet and in a warm room.

So here are my thoughts.

5 Things in My Fridge
I find this list rather uninspiring (see post below). It would sound much more exciting on Saturday after we shop.
1. Litres of milk, like every mother
2. Gherkins, one of the few vegetables Lu will eat (stretching the definition of vegetables here)
3. Leftovers for today's lunch
4. Butter - unsalted and spread thickly on pretty much anything
5. A few sad and unloved vegetables that have made it to the last day of the shopping cycle.

5 Things in My Handbag
Very little.
1. Keys to home and office. These are often not in my bag but misplaced by me or taken by Lu as she goes to drive her helicopter, get on the plane, lock herself in the cupboard or drive the car down to the chemist for some tablets.
2. Ventolin puffer - thanks inversion layer!
3. Wallet that is falling apart but I'm too tight to replace
4. Scratched sunglasses I will lose sometime over the weekend
5. Spent bus tickets

5 Things in My Wardrobe
Loads more than 5 things as I love clothes. So, four things that give me pleasure, for the memories they spark and for their bargain nature, and one other thing:
1. Pink and green cowboy shirt ($2 from the big City Mission store here in Lonnie, before it burned down)
2. Pastel embroidered cotton shirt ($5 from Valley markets, Brisbane)
3. Black crocheted cardigan ($10 Paddington markets, Sydney)
4. Paddington bear coat (5 pounds from a closing down retro store in Brighton, U.K.)
5. A tangle of shoes in the bottom of the cupboard (all full price and embarrassingly expensive)

5 Things in My Car
I don't drive but I get driven around a lot.
1. Discarded kids' shoes
2. Discarded kids' hats
3. Crumbs, many, many crumbs
4. Canvas bags for the grocery shopping
5. The "city run around" stroller - yellow and zippy and it actually fits in the car, unlike the great big Valco, which is the pram equivalent of a four wheel drive: poor handling, top heavy, and I keep running into people when I use it.

Pilates, work then weekend! Little plans for the garden, big plans for op shops, walks in the forest and making bread.

5 comments:

VictoriaE said...

Pink and green cowboy shirt? Awesome.
My sympathies to you for waking up so early.

nutmeg said...

I have just caught up on your blog - my "real" life got in the way there for a while.

I really enjoyed your post about food and the family meal. Before I had children I subscribed to the view that nature and nurture were about a 50/50 influence on life. Having had kids I think this ratio is a moving feast (no pun intended!) My eldest girl steadfastly refuses to try most foods while the youngest is very open to at least trying it. They come from the same mother and father - just a different mixture of genes. As such, when I see a child happily eating anything and everything including a wide range of vegetables I NOW invariably think - luck of the draw. Some kids are like that, some kids are not. Now that doesn't make me feel alot better when I spend alot of time trying to get my kids to eat some vegies, but it helps. But it is also not to say that this excuses one from trying to introduce a range of food - opportunity will at some stage translate into something new being added to one's list of likes. But this process is quick for some kids and "painfully" slow for others (and more painful for their mothers ha ha!)

And even though your life is very time poor at the moment I just have to let you know about a book I am reading at the moment that I think you would like. It's Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver. In it she is addressing some of the issues you discuss in your blog about producing more of one's own food and buying locally.

Kris said...

Hi folks,

Victoria- the shirt is absolutely fabulous but I'm not sure there was too much cow wrastling in the previous cowboy owner's life!

Nutmeg - I'm really appreciative of the way motherhood can humble a person. I used to be just a leeetle judgemental of some of the parents I knew ("Chocolate for a two year old? Outrageous!"; "They only eat white food? Take a stand, woman!") but now I realise how hard it is, and how some days the important thing is just to get by. With Lu, I think she's sometimes not hungry (do we perhaps feed our kids too much, wanting them to grow and forgetting how tiny their insides are?) and sometimes she's figuring out who's boss. Having had some, hmm, shall we say problematic, issues with food as a teenage, I refuse to engage with the boss issue, not over food, and let her decide if she'll eat what's before her or not. I guess in the end for me it's about linking food to love, and offering good food, which isn't the same as expensive, or even cosmopolitan fare. Opting out of the status issues that surround food has helped me with this.

I'll check out the Kingslover book. I've just finished Michael Pollan's Omnivore's Dilemma, which also deals with these issues. He's a beautiful writer - you might want to read him, too.

nutmeg said...

I have had the Pollan book for a while now (and his previous one too!) - I just have to read them! I am starting to cut back on my book purchases (a long life story!) and hope to get to it sooner rather than later. I have half read a book by Peter Singer called the The Ethics of What We Eat (or something like this) which is in the same vein as the Pollan and the Kingsolver - they each overlap in some way. I am finding it really inspiring to read these books. I was out in the wind and rain this morning at our once-a-week farmer's market - so they must be working! My vegie garden has been smashed with all the storms and rain we've had up here over the past month :-(

Kris said...

Nutmeg - I love Michael Pollan. He's a master of taking the small things and spinning big thoughts out of them. And he's such a good read. I'm increasingly interested in the idea of good food in terms of morality, taste and health, and Pollan raises some sticky questions.
I'm so sorry for your garden - it's always a loss to see the plants and dreams in the mud. But maybe a little exciting to realise everything will spring back in time?