Please tell me you don't throw
away old bread.
Not exact matches
In the case of
older children
away from home this was a means to begging at least a part of their daily
bread.
Hi Julie, Our
oldest son, 27 months, has always been what I thought, after learning the food pyramid in school, an amazing eater; turning
away only sweets, but loving vegetables, milk,
breads, and meats in particular: his milk.
+ very friendly staff, good size quiet room (no traffic noise) with good bathroom, lovely breakfast with fresh and dried fruit, a hot section, delicious
bread, cereals... - building looks
old and not very welcoming, access is easier by car than by public transport (no train station anymore and metro line not yet ready, but there is a tram stop not too far
away)
Cooked bacon sandwiches for Sprogs» breakfast (to remove temptation from fridge for The Great Famine of 2012); did grocery shopping; bought Husband six - pack of beer for New Year's Eve party; bought chooks 25 kg bag of scratch mix; staggered to car with 25 kg bag of scratch mix; washed and hung out two loads of washing; filled recycling bin with empty bottles and cartons; baked eggshells to make grit for chooks; assembled wraps for Husband and Sprogs for lunch; baked banana
bread to use up manky banana supplies; baked biscuits with Sprog 2, who doesn't like banana
bread; shut back door 50 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; shut front door 20 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; killed lots of mozzies; threw out
old magazines and newspapers; put crap
away from recent car trip; cleaned chook shit out of chook house; sorted three baskets of clean laundry; unpacked and repacked diswasher; returned to supermarket for forgotten essentials: toilet paper, broccoli, sparklers and last shot of caffeine before The Great Famine of 2012; cooked dinner; washed Sprogs» hair and painted Sprog 2's toenails rainbow colours for New Year's Eve party; copped grief from Husband for painting Sprog 2's toenails (some sexualisation nonsense); went to New Year's Eve Party; reluctantly abandoned third glass of French champagne after being reminded of designated driver status; drove Husband and Sprogs home from New Year's Eve party; took Unisom; collapsed in bed at 11.50 pm.