What is it about packed lunches that make me want to shut my head in the fridge? At school they were a treat saved for school trips. The trepidation I felt as I peeked inside my tuppaware box to see what my mother had rustled up, was second to none. It was never anything to write home about, but to me it was wonderful and integral to the thrill of the the trip (only floored by the visit to the gift shop).
Today, packed lunches are the norm. And I now have to make them for my 2 year old to take into nursery. This is the same 2 year old that only eats weetabix. She spent the last 5 months at nursery having their cooked lunches and never ate a thing. I am sure they blame me for poor dietary habits, but the other two children were the same at that age, except with shreddies. The health visitor assured me it was fine. I was not so sure…
Anyway, undeterred I saw a book entitled ‘Healthy Lunchboxes for Kids’ which I
guiltily bought in order to revolutionise my lunchbox packing skills. Shouldn’t have bothered. I am a mother of three and I defy anyone to get their kids to eat 3 bean soup or pepper stuffed wraps for lunch, let alone have the time and equipment to prepare and store it all. The only redeeming feature was that they used the same Cath Kidston tins that I have and they looked better than I thought. I need a book entitled ‘Packed lunches for kids who refuse to eat anything but wholegrain cereal’. Now, that would be a useful addition to my heaving recipe bookshelves. I’m afraid the other one is destined for next week’s NCT sale….
If you have any normal suggestions to help me out please let me know!