Angel Dust in a Tin

Yeah, I love tomato soup! Who doesn’t? My delightful children have such individual prefrances to food, which I try to placate with a kind encouragement such as  ”Please eat your dinner darling” and “Its sweet, like sweets”. Corn or patotoe, really is no subsitute for sweets no matter how sweet you call them!

It often turns into a marathon of  ”Come on now eat up” and “You need it eat to be big and strong like a super hero” and find myself quoting my Granddad ”You will shrivel up and fall down the drain if you don’t eat all your dinner”. It scared the life out of me at five, but my kids must be desensitised to my hollow threats, as it very rarely works unless its the obvious ‘bad’ foods they have no trouble eating.

But God gave us Heinz – and tomato soup that to me, is a gift from the Angels!

Oh the mess…red splodges up the walls in the hair and everywhere, but it is so worth it, to see them all dunk bread and devour an instant dinner, full of ‘good’ stuff – and a bit of bad salty preservative stuff too I suppose. But no matter how sick, or tired or choosy they are, they seem to ALWAYS eat tomatoe soup. I must add that it really only is Heinz that goes down so well. The cheaper ones are left after a few ginger slurps and the bread soldiers are turned into little men who cross the Nile and make Moses look an amateur.

Two whole tins between three little ones, so much for Mummies leftovers! I think I will have to cook myself something else today.