I have one of those guilty mother confessions to make. My child eats everywhere. Ever since he outgrew his highchair. He sits on the kitchen bench to eat his breakfast, and sometimes on the couch to eat his dinner. But really, he eats everywhere. Our house is too small to contain a dedicated food eating table. It really is.
Someday he’ll learn table manners, but until then, I pick up the food Oliver leaves behind. Iâ€™m his little puppy sniffing up remnants as he loops around the living room.
It almost happens unconsciously now. I see food in my peripheral vision, and if it looks edible, I eat it. I eat more of what Oliver leaves behind then what I intend to. Sure, it’s a strange entrance into frugality, but I’m pretty sure I’m not the only mum-turned-vacuum-cleaner out there, right? Am I?
I blame this habit for why I accidentally ate an ant. I thought it was a crumb on the side of my face left there by an Oliver cuddle. I pierced it with my front teeth before realising it was an ant. And now I feel really bad and really grossed out all at once.
Which reminds me that I haven’t told you that I got shortlisted for the Voiceless Writing Awards! I didn’t make it through to the final round, but there’s always next year. It’s called Animals for Brunch, and it’s about being a cook and trying to be ethical about my meat consumption. Feeling hungry, guilty, bad and gross all at the same time (like with the ant but on a bigger scale).
VoicelessÂ is an amazing force in educating and influencing policy around the lives of factory farmed animals. I love them, and I’m chuffed. And I’ll let you know when they announce the winners.