When you become a parent, especially if it's to two REALLY hungry boys, cooking for fun becomes a thing of the past and almost turns in to a chore. Seriously, it's rare that a handful of minutes go by without one or both asking if it's lunchtime yet or can they have something to eat because they're SO HUNGRY, that often it feels less a kitchen now and more like a conveyor belt. So I've pretty much stopped seeing preparing food and drink as a social thing and something to enjoy, and treat it more as yet another task on my jam-packed to do list.
Like many parents, I treat the hours between 3.15 p.m. and 7 p.m. with some excitement, a little dread, a whole lot of patience, and occasionally with a headache. The boys are still so young so leave school excitable but tired ... and absolutely famished. My husband heads out to work at 6 a.m. so leaves the office at 4.30 p.m. happy but tired ... and absolutely famished. And I've often done so much running around during the day in my usual busy, chaotic state that I'm bright-eyed but tired ... and absolutely famished. Get the picture?