If you have read some of my other blog posts (Where are the Instructions?) you will know that my son has autism. Samuel was not diagnosed until he was six but the signs were always there. I just didn’t know what the signs were! At 37 I had no experience of children, had never even held a baby until my son arrived grumpy and red-faced (the result of a C-section). My first thoughts were “OMG the baby has red hair”!
When I look back, I see how different he was even from the very beginning. The difference stands out more when I compare his behaviour with his sister. Today in the playground, Lydia was running around, interacting with her friends playing “tag” and “hot-dog” (not sure what that game is!) Samuel was quite happy on his own and “stimming”. His autism is the “high-functioning type”. But, even so behaviour can be challenging and it drains me as it is always changing. You achieve one milestone only to be faced with another challenge.
A couple of years ago, when I was Continue reading
To spread or not to spread? That is the question. In my case “not”. Butter that is…… in case you’re wondering. I can’t bear the stuff or spread of any type. I suffer from Butter Phobia! It started many years ago at the age of two. Both my sister and I revolted against Mum’s insistence of spreading butter on soldiers and neither of us have eaten it since. Apart from some unfortunate incidents which I don’t like to recall as it’s the stuff of nightmares (for me anyway).
I can’t bear the taste, the texture or the smell. My children tease me by putting their fingers into the tub and gobbling it down whilst I’m reaching for the sick bowl. I heave every time I make a sandwich for them and have to get the spread out from where it lurks in the fridge. I stand at least a foot away from the counter, my arms outstretched before me, trying not to breathe in! If I so much as get a bit on my bare fingers then I go into lock down mode. Hospital scrub room comes to mind! If we go to a restaurant as a family, inevitably they will choose dough balls served with a pot of garlic butter. I then have to deal with their greasy little fingers as well as trying not to puke as they guzzle down golden globules of it.
When a recipe says butter – I tend to substitute olive oil. You can do a lot with oil! Unless of course it’s a cake and then I bravely soldier on!
I have such a phobia that if I make myself an egg mayonnaise sandwich I will double check that the bread has no butter on it! It’s just that mayo looks so much like the yellow stuff and I like to be on the safe side even if I’m the one whose made the damn sandwich in the first place.
Last time I ate butter was on a drunken night out 30 years ago. Someone made some cheese on toast and used butter on the bread. I was too drunk to notice and at that time of the evening I would have eaten anything.
I can just about manage garlic bread but I like it quite well done – that is burnt to a crisp! If it’s a baguette I will only eat the end bit. Had a shock the other day, bought some garlic bread from Marks & Sparks; wished I’d gone to Tesco for their economy range……………
To Spread or Not to Spread? That is the question.
I remember as a young child, my Dad had a book called “How to Live with a Neurotic Wife”. Some of you may recall it especially if you grew up in the 70’s. I loved flicking through it and thought it hilarious at the time although now you won’t see it gracing the shelves of Waterstones as it is certainly not PC. There was a series of them as we also had “How to Live with a Neurotic Dog”.
I am a bit of a neurotic and I am sure my family would agree. I have Continue reading