I don’t really have much of a sweet tooth. I’ve always preferred savoury food. Lately though, I often find myself rummaging through the 6-year-old’s candy stash. It’s what I do when I’m stretched to my limits; when the kids are on my last nerves; when bowls and plates REFUSE to stay in my grip and when I manage to twist both ankles coming down the stairs. I eat.
Hello. My name is Pris and I’m an emotional eater. Except I don’t just eat when I’m sad. I eat with EVERY emotion. Happy, sad, mad, bored, frustrated or depressed, I eat. I like chips when I’m bored and candy when I’m mad. But some days, candy just doesn’t cut it. Some days, you just get so bogged down that all you want to do is to sit down and not give another shit about whatever might go wrong next. You’ve heard one too many “NO!” from your kids and you’ve knocked over one too many glasses of milk. Let it rain lava for all you care. You just want cake. Chocolate cake. A dense and rich one, with nuts and extra chocolate chips. Hey, that sounds a lot like a brownie. So that’s what I did. I made brownies and suddenly the world doesn’t seem so bad after all. Except now I’m getting fat with every bite. Goddammit!
I was chatting with a friend the other day when he asked what’s for dinner. So I told him that we’re gonna put some meat on the grill and have a lil barbecue. He then asked what we were celebrating. Celebrating?? It was Wedenesday. Good enough reason for me….Haha! I was confused and then I realised what he meant. In Singapore, we don’t BBQ unless there was an occasion. I don’t know why. Maybe because it’s a hassle to get a fire started. But here in Switzerland, warm sunny days are not all year round. Couple that with the ease of a gas grill, we have BBQs every chance we get.
But cost of living is high in Switzerland. More accurately, it’s meat that will bankrupt you. Especially when you’re feeding 2 baby carnivores (my kids no longer eat vegetables. ARGH!). You’d think after all these years I’d be pretty good at estimating how much meat to buy for the week. Wrong! I still tend to buy way too little meat. Especially during BBQ season. Towards the end of the week, I usually find myself getting creative with whatever is left in the fridge.
It was our 11th wedding anniversary last weekend, so we decided to
dump leave the kids with my in-laws and go somewhere nice by ourselves. Munich was high on our list because, well, because they’ve got lots of beer…..Haha! We aren’t planning on going to Oktoberfest anytime soon though. Or ever for that matter. I don’t think we can handle it.
While in Munich, I came to several conclusions. Observations, if you will.
So this just happened.
Idiot: So what do you do?
Me: I’m a mum.
Idiot: So you’re a housewife?
Me: I don’t really like that term. Makes me sound like I do nothing all day (Not entirely PC but we’ll get to that later)
Idiot: Housewives are extremely busy. I dont know what youre talking about. You modern women all look down upon housewives because they’re uneducated, look after the kids and do mom stuff, things that yall frown upon because you glorify high powered corporate jobs, living and travelling ovrseas and the modelling industry
Me: Hello? I am a housewife. I just said that I don’t like that term. For exactly the same reasons you’ve just cited.
Idiot: Hahaha! Get used to it! [You] get married to an ang moh (Caucasian) and be his trophy wife that sits at home all day and looks pretty for him when he gets back home. geez.
What???? I tell people that I’m a housewife and they say “Wow! You’ve got an easy life!”. I say I don’t like the term “housewife”, they call me a snob and then turn around and say I don’t do anything all day!! I can’t win!
You know how Buzzfeed has all these lists of neat little things you need to have in your kitchen/bathroom/car/purse/water bottle? I thought I’d write my own little list and share with you my favourite gadgets.
So I looked up “kitchen gadgets” while writing this and OH MY GOD! I can’t believe the things they sell these days. Go on, I dare you to look it up yourself. I mean, really? A banana peeler?? Really?? The site says it’s a gadget designed with kids in mind, but I say, teach our kids to peel a banana. If a monkey can do it, so can our kids. I’d like to think that my kids are not any less intelligent than a monkey. Although sometimes I’m not so sure myself…….