My rice is sticking to the bottom of the wok…this always happens. I put plenty of oil in and my pan is seasoned, but I can’t seem to fix it.
The supermarket seems to have stopped selling frozen chopped spinach…can only get hold of whole leaf…#nightmare
Also today our internet has been down (actually to be fair I’m not sure it’s officially “down” when the cause of the problem is actually that where the phone cable comes into your house it is a jumble of loose wires…our predecessor here didn’t have the internet…or a phone it would seem).
The boy keeps trying to eat my tablet (electronic kind, not the swallowing ones).
I can’t seem to find the right shade of yellow to crochet a chick, I’ve had to settle on lemon yellow and something resembling the orangey inside of a Cadburys Creme Egg, on the advice of the lovely wool man.
I saw a great post on either FB or Twitter (@unpreparedmum) some time ago (…when I first started drafting this post…) about other first world problems, and I’m afraid to say I understood many of them.
It’s not that I don’t understand the lives of others who face greater difficulties. I am a trustee of a fabulous charity who support local carers, a vastly underfunded yet invaluable sector of society. I have traveled around South East Asia (what a very first world thing to do) and seen only the edges of the deprivation in some elements of society there (I shared my chicken once with a cat in KL as it had bones in it and I don’t ‘do’ bones – the attitude of the locals was palpable).
*sigh* life is a struggle