Uttered by 7 year old boy. At this point I am curious to know what other sort of crumble there is. The disgarded crumble has set the tone for my evening, even though battles have been fought prior to this. What is is with kids and food? In the nicest possible way, I cannot help but hope that other people have similar difficulties. I really wonder whether it is a power thing or something more. In the case of my boys I think there are a few genetic elements, the main one being the ability to change ones mind (yes Sister I am looking at you with your schizophrenic disposition towards sausage rolls) but more than that an iron will and the uncanny ability to know what buttons to press and when to press them. My older boy also has an almost non-existent relationship with dairy products which I take the blame for.
I remember one occasion when I bought said Son an Asda child’s ready meal, I felt guilty (I wouldnt feel guilty now as I have gone way past that), he demolished it in record time and announced that it was the nicest meal he had ever tasted. Whilst my culinary confidence took a nose dive, the overriding emotion was relief at finding something that he would willingly eat. Taking all this into account, I am going through a phrase of having almost given up on cooking from scratch; the time, money, effort and subsequent disappointment just dont add up to anything good. When I think of a more positive solution I will let you know. Until then I highly recommend Iceland, especially when delivery is free if you spend £35 or more – my number one life hack.