I'm having 'self esteem' issues at the moment, some to do with my weight, and just generally feeling pretty invisible.
Cooking is a MASSIVE bone of contention in this house because I do all of it and DS often pushes it away after I've been slaving. I have a gazillion gorgeous cookbooks untouched on a shelf because DS is so fussy. The LAST thing I want to think about is cooking/food.

Battered knows this.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Tue 12 Mar 2013, 11:45, 3 replies, latest was 12 years ago)

never mind. It'll get better, tangles.

( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Tue 12 Mar 2013, 11:49, Reply)

Thanks badge, I feel better already!

( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Tue 12 Mar 2013, 11:50, Reply)

Maybe if you were a better cook your DEAR SON would eat your food, and you wouldn't have had two miscarridges.

(PsychoChomp, Tue 12 Mar 2013, 12:03, Reply)

The trick is it make the food cool again.
I once ate a whole jar of pickled beatroot because Skeeta from Doug called it Nature's Candy. I wee'd red afterwards and was so scared because that only happens to girls that I didn't eat it again for two years.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Tue 12 Mar 2013, 12:31, Reply)