Tales from the kitchen
Tag: social enterprise
New tools
I recall writing about new tools at the beginning of last year. It was when we bought our first refrigerated van, and there were just a couple of teething problems. Recently I wrote about our excitement regarding another new tool: a much, MUCH bigger vehicle, in which to fit your dinners so we can get them to your place.
Now, this being the second vehicle, I consider myself an old hand at logistics. I surely would not succumb to the difficulties of last time. Lesson learned from that fiasco: the one when all the veggies ended up in the driveway. No; no such mistakes this time.
Did I mention that the new vehicle is MUCH bigger?
Guest blogger: Marjorie Aunos - Becoming a parent with a disability and what dinner means
A few weeks ago I wrote about my friend and colleague, Dr Marjorie Aunos, from the West Montreal Readaptation Centre in Montreal, Canada. Marjorie recently visited Sydney and gave a lecture about her experiences from leading research into parenting with a disability to becoming a parent with a disability herself.
Have Wheelchair Will Travel Guest Blog
It was my pleasure this week to write for the Have Wheelchair Will Travel Blog. What an honour. Thank you, Julie, for inviting me to share the Dinner on the Table story.
Head to this fantastic blog, read about us here. And check out all the other fabulous info.
With age comes wisdom
With age comes wisdom. The senior recipe tester is older than I. And therefore, I assume, wiser.
For instance, he was recently faced with a challenging situation. He took the eldest junior recipe testers to swimming lessons. One was able to change in the boys change room, a place where the senior could render assistance. The other had to change in the opposite gender change room.
Only one junior needed assistance.
Behind the scenes at the awards...
I don’t usually disclosure information of quite such a personal nature. So, if you are prone to embarrassment, I give you warning to look away now.
…I can’t hold it in any longer. It’s time to come clean; to make a full confession. I feel like a cheat. I’m so ashamed…
The proudest of moments
...today, big excitement
Was happ'ning at school
We rushed to be part of it,
Downing our tools;
A stellar performance
... Well, it wasn't quite Wembly.
One junior and class
They were running assembly...
The karate chop that wasn't
I am glad that I'm able to write this. I might have been unable. This afternoon I narrowly avoided a karate chop. From someone I love.
Position in space
In a former, and much younger life, I sat in a lecture theatre with about 150 other undergrads learning about body awareness and how it develops in children. In short, body awareness is the sense of where your body parts are both in space and in relation to other objects. Children notoriously suck at it when they're little. That's why they fall over things, and get themselves jammed in things so often. Body awareness improves with age.
For most people.
Ready to start
The night before school starts back there's always a little pressure. I feel it incumbent upon me to give the junior recipe testers the best chance of a good start for term. So last night it began. Nutritious meal, check. This was expertly prepared by the senior recipe tester. I was in the big kitchen preparing your nutritious meals.
Next, not too late to bed. Check.
A week of ups and downs
The week that's been has been one of ups and downs. We had a child in hospital (down) who was completely fine (up). The end of school for the term (up) and a redundancy, which means loads of time as a family (up), a dinner celebration to mark the occasion (up) and a small issue of income (you know).
A dear friend once told me that I unnecessarily sweat the small stuff. At the time, I disagreed. In the intervening 25 years I have come to suspect his character assessment may have been right. I will here add a caveat: I do not count buttercream amongst the small stuff.