Thursday, 3 March 2011

Rant, rant, rant.

Lately, on an average of once a day, maybe more on a special occasion, I have found many, many things to rant about in my life.

Today's is to do with Daughter's cookery class.

She chose Chinese food as her cultural topic, and so her group has to make their own course for a meal. Daughter chose 'side' and then found a recipe for spring rolls, which I had to then find the ingredients for.

Let me tell you, it was not bloody easy.

First of all, I was angry because most of the ingredients listed were some I'd never use again for any type of meal (a tablespoon of soy bloody sauce? That's it?), so was pretty bloody pointless.

Secondly, what the hell is groundnut oil and when the hell am I going to use it again ever in my life?

Thirdly, I wouldn't really prefer to provide the wok. I'd say you, as a food technology room, should provide the bloody equipment yourself.

And since Daughter is too afraid to use chicken in it ("I don't trust myself with raw food, and will probably poison the whole family"), I have to find some sort of substitute in the back of my cupboards, which will not be easy at all.

Will 4-year-old Heinz sponge pudding do?