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stand aside suzy homemaker

It's astonishing how easy it is to turn into Suzy Homemaker when a woman has lots of time on her hands. Here I am in deepest France, slowly ballooning as I work my way through the contents of the local bakery and cook myself into oblivion with huge amounts of butter, cream, eggs and sugar.

My culinary output this past week alone includes:
  • Chicken and mushroom pie
  • Breaded chicken escalopes in a tomato and mozerella sauce
  • Home-made mayonnaise
  • Bread and butter pudding with creme anglaise
  • Coconut chicken curry
  • Meatballs in tomato sauce
  • Watermelon and raspberry smoothies
  • plus about a million kiddie meals of toasted cheese sandwiches/ pasta and hot dog combos/ assorted veggies

Tonight I'm making the very non-PC meal of veal in cream sauce, but hey, when in France...

MM - what's happening to me? Am I turning into a (s)mother??? (am also getting through a vat of wine every night though, so maybe I am just turning in to a pig?)

Comments

Anonymous said…
It sounds wonderful.
Anonymous said…
Sounds like a severe case of 'nesting'. Are you pregnant?
Manhattan Mama said…
You could NEVER be a (s)mother...that said .. I may suggest you back away s.l.o.w.l.y from the kitchen, if not for a weee bit. ;)

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