I am the Lunch Lady

Kate Berry is the lunch lady
Corn jacks by the Lunch Lady
Corn jacks by the Lunch Lady
Corn jacks by the Lunch Lady
Corn jacks by the Lunch Lady

I am the Lunch Lady
8 August 2013

I take sole responsibility of my girl’s lunches. It is something that I really take pride in. I thrive on the fact that our girls go to school each day, open their lunch boxes and see the bread Ro has baked, the fruits I have preserved, the veggies from the garden, the eggs our chooks have laid and the baked treat that was made fresh that morning. They see they are loved.

And please, don’t get me wrong. I don’t think that you need the veggie garden, the chook pen and bread baking guy to show your kids they are loved through their lunches. I mean, to be honest, the main talking point between the girls is what I am going to be baking the next morning, that’s what I am really on about here. Just a little piece of homemade goodness each day.

Each morning, after pressing snooze for half an hour and unsuccessfully trying to convince Ro that he should come and hang out with me (he told me to put that in), I wake while it is still dark and heads are snoring. I get the oven cranking and make a batch of baked treats. It’s nice and quiet and I can enjoy a cup of tea in solitude, I am even thinking of trying that exercise thing too.

Why am I writing this?

I guess it is out of frustration and trying to turn a crap situation in to something good. And after posting a pic on instagram about our predicament, I was blown away by the support and reaction.

The other day my eldest daughter came home to tell me she had been bullied again for the lunches I send her to school with (homemade). Each day she eats her lunch on her own. Her on one side of the hall, the rest of the kids on the other. Boy, this makes me feel like shit. My decision to make her these lunches has put her here. But my kid is a funny one. She thinks they are missing out, and she wouldn’t change a thing.

I love her for it. It makes me a proud mum. I am writing this blog for her. Perhaps one day there will be other kids out there eating the same ‘weird’ food as hers in a playground nearby. I also know that by writing this, we will meet people with similar experiences, already doing the same thing. I can’t wait.

Can’t be Flapjacked

This recipe is my version of the english flapjack. It is named for the exact reason you think it might be. It is my go to after a heavy session of snooze button pressing. I am also lucky the girls bloody love it, in fact it is the current favourite. Win. Win.

What you’ll need

  • 80g brown sugar
  • 150g butter (salted)
  • 3 tbspn of golden syrup (generous)
  • 250g rolled oats
  • pumpkin seeds, sunflower seeds or whatever healthy thing you have to sprinkle on the top

What to do

  1. Preheat oven to 180˚C
  2. Get a square tin and line with baking paper. (The one I use is a 20cm one. But as long as it isn’t mega huge or super tiny I don’t think it is going to matter if it isn’t exactly the same size.)
  3. Put the butter, brown sugar and golden syrup in to a saucepan. Melt all of this deliciousness together.
  4. Once everything has melted, pop in your oats. Stir together until all mixed up and the oats are coated with sugary and buttery goodness.
  5. Pop this mix in to the lined tin. Squash it down with your spoon (this stuff is HOT) until it is nice and level and reaches the edges of your tin.
  6. Sprinkle the seeds or whatever other yummy healthy things you have in the pantry on top (not too crazy, just a sprinkle).Put the tin with the mixture and sprinkles in to the oven for 25 mins.
  7. Once golden brown pull it out and let it cool totally before cutting it up in to little bars of yumminess (you should get about 16).

Thank you so much for reading my first post. I’d love to hear other people’s recipes, as I am often left scratching my head on hazy brain mornings.x