Won't SOMEONE think of the Tupperware?

Sometimes it feels good (or is absolutely necessary) to bring a little order into an otherwise chaotic life. With this in mind I just resolved to tackle that terrifying, hard-to-reach corner of my kitchen cupboards that houses my collection of plastic food receptacles. These range from worth-their-weight-in-gold Tupperware (all vanished) containers to bulk-purchased cheap-arsed plastic takeaway boxes of all shapes and sizes.

What I found was absolutely mystifying. When I finally managed to exit the cupboard on hands and knees and survey my stash I found that I had precisely 55 lids and precisely 11 containers. Of those lids and containers I had precisely 3 matches.

To prove that I really do Shit You Not, I took a photo, and here it is. Actually, I took 2 and here they both are.



How. Does. This. Happen?

I can understand the occasional container being sacrificed to the Gods of Playdough, Roughhousing and Occasional Microwave Disasters, but for the love of all that is decent, how did 44 containers vanish? Perhaps (thinking outside the square here) they didn't vanish at all, but never existed, and there's some strange lid-breeding programme going on in my cupboard resulting in multiple births of new and exciting containerless lids?

Whatever it is, I want my containers back. Or my lids gone. Or more matches. Or at the VERY least - a scientific explanation.

STxxx

PS - Ignore dirty floor. It's, erm, just the lighting...

Another instalment of Pretzel Art

Today is Thursday. Thursday usually, if not always, follows Wednesday. Wednesday is Hump Day. My friend L comes over on Wednesdays so we can help each other Over The Hump with the assistance of a great deal of wine. This often leads to playing with our food - pretzels in particular.

You can find our last instalment of Pretzel Art here if you want to get up to speed before moving on to last night's efforts.

So, without further ado, I am delighted to present An Impressionist Collection of Salty Food Shaped into Other Stuff:

How it always seems to start

Spider Pretzel

Kangaroo Pretzel

Strange Prehistoric Animal Wearing Pretzel Frisbee on Head

Froggie Pretzel

Teeny Weeny Boat being tossed about on Sea of Pretzels

Loch Ness Pretzel

Next we're considering another medium. Twiglets. Or possibly frozen peas. So many choices.

STxxx

These pretzels are making me silly

Wednesday night was silly night. It would appear that if you take 2 women and add several bottles of wine and a bag of pretzels that anything can happen. And did.

It all started with the BatPrezel.


We swiftly moved on to a human sort of figure, however as this ended up verging on pornographic, I will refrain from posting a picture of Man Prezel!

Next came Cat Prezel. We had a spot of trouble controlling Cat Prezel, as he immediately started stalking Bat Pretzel, with intent to consume.


As things get a little fuzzy around the edges in the Post Cat Prezel art phase, I cannot be absolutely positive as to the order of the next few works of Pretzel Art, but here they are.

I'd like you to meet Camel Pretzel. He doesn't make you thirsty.


Then we progressed on to Duck Pretzel and Mousephant Pretzel, the latter being a sort of genetically modified inter-species hybrid. Sounds dodgy, I know, but he was a charming fellow despite his less-than-traditional genetic roots.

I think we may have run out of wine shortly after Duck Pretzel, as the final photo on my phone was as follows:



And that was my Wednesday night!

STxx

A conversation with Z (aged 5)

Z: What else is in the tacos except meat?

Me: Well, there's some crushed tomatoes and kidney beans

Z: EEEEEWWWWWWWW!!!! Tomatoes!!! I'm not eating that!!!!

Me: Well.... it's more like tomato sauce.

Z: *looks hopeful* Tomato sauce?

Me: Yes, it's like tomato sauce, but with little pieces of tomato in it

Z: Phew, I thought you meant tomato like the food, not tomato sauce.

Me: !!!!!!!

Just because I can...

Yes, I know it's necessary to document every single moment of this day, so I am therefore sharing with none and nundry that I am, with extreme excitement, heading out to Drovers Market in Wanneroo to see what sort of local, fresh, healthy noms are there for the taking today!

Nom nom, burp, hic, yummo!

STxxx