I’m turning into a Human Pizza

I used to think I wasn’t a fussy eater, in fact I didn’t realise I was until I dated a man who actually would eat anything. Just to clarify, not in like weird stuff he ate normal food but the only thing he would turn down was nuts, and that was because he had an allergy, so I don’t think that really counts. On the other hand I don’t like peas, mushrooms, aubergine, cucumber, courgette, green olives (I once ate a whole jar once in one sitting, you do that and see if you can still face them), nuts in chocolate (yes, I did used to use his nut allergy as a reason to ask if “the chocolate brownies contained nuts), hot drinks when eating, fish fingers, and fast food (by that I mean processed crap and not Indian or Chinese takeaways, those I love). What can I say I’m quirky!

As a child I didn’t ever pick from the Childrens Menu. I’m sorry but Pizza n Chips, Burger n Chips or Sausage n Chips do not float my boat; In fact I can take or leave Fish n Chips! Instead I would take my pick from the adults menu and I would usually chose the most expensive thing. Hey, if I’m eating out I want to chose something I can’t make at home and that is a bit different from the norm!

The start of the week saw us celebrating Mums birthday and so we wanted to have something nice for tea. This is not as easy as it sounds. My Mum suffers from Rheumatoid Arthritis, has since she was a child. As well as the aches and pains she suffers from dry mouth syndrome and feels self conscious if we go out to eat s sometimes she struggles cutting. Over the years we have found out the certain foods affect Mums mobility the day after she has eaten them and so she currently can’t eat Milk, Cheese, Butter, Eggs, Tomatoes, Green Peppers, Pork, Pasta, Rice, Potatoes and I feel I am missing one but you get the idea. She can’t have anything too hot as her dry mouth syndrome means she has no saliva. She used to enjoy a Chinese takeaway but the last two have left her with an allergic reaction which nearly resulted in a trip to A & E in the early hours of the morning. Add into the mix my highly lactose intolerant sister and my newly developed reaction to Soya and Dairy and you will get an idea of what happens when we try and eat anything! On occasions we have had to cook four different versions of the same tea to ensure that nothing was contaminated with anything it shouldn’t be – yes, my dad is amazing!!

Anyway after much deliberation my Mum decided she would really like a nice home made pizza. Now to digress the conversation once again, my dad trained as a chef and so when I say home made pizza I don’t mean cheese and tomato on a shop bought base. He prepared two different pizza bottoms from scratch; one plain, one garlic and rosemary. He made a none tomato sauce for my Mum from roasted peppers, garlic and onion. He made a tomato one for the rest of us. We have 4 different types of cheese; 3 goats milk, 1 cows milk. We then got onto the toppings we could chose from prawns, black olives, peppers, onion, fresh basil, fresh oregano, black pudding, bacon, home made Chinese chicken….. again I feel I am forgetting things but you get the idea.

Anyway, dad has one small fault, one which I have inherited, he always over caters. The above was to be eaten by 5 people however having had pizza for mums birthday we had eat ups the next night, and I managed two lunches worth of eat ups as well. That means for the last 4 days I have had pizza every single day.

Tonight I am spending Valentines day with one of my single girlfriends and her kids. When planning I suggested we treated ourselves, kept it simple and ordered a ‘take out’. However she responded that her kids can be a little fussy and so she would just pop to the shops and grab something low hassle that we can fling in the over while opening our first bottle. Just got a text from her…… guess what we are having!!


So I have had a blog for what a couple of months now and I seem to be struggling for content. Only that isn’t really true, I am struggling with what content to share.

When I started this blog I wanted it to be about my life, a place where I could be open and honest about my past experiences, my future hopes and share my life with what I hope would become a worldwide group of friends. I read so many brilliant blogs, as part of my job, and I saw the friendship and support they received and I wanted that for me.

The problem is that a lot of my story is wrapped up in OH, since I first met him I knew he was something a little special, to the extent that I took a massive decision and applied for a job where the only reason I was applying was the job location was close to where OH worked and so I hoped that would lead to a ‘living together’ conversation in the future (which it did whoop me!)
However now I am very aware that his story is his story and not mine to share, but how do I share so much of what is going on with me, and what I want to write about with letting some of his story out? His past is affecting my future, and I want to share that future with you, but can’t without sharing a little of his past. Do you see the circle?

OH has suffered from a past relationship, and I can see that suffering affecting our relationship, in the same way that the bullying and mind games I suffered are affecting our relationship but whereas I can share my past where’s the line as to what I share of his?
Any thoughts?

I’m worried my family are trying to kill OH

You may get the feeling by now that I can sometimes over react, however I am going to share with you a concern that I have had for at least two days now and that is maybe my family are trying to kill OH!

I know sometimes I say through gritted teeth I am going to kill him, and my nearest and dearest know that if I go missing the first place to look is the patio (can you believe he thinks I am difficult to live with? I digress!) but we really do love each other, however….

OH is mildly allergic to nuts (hence the genius of me buying nuts on his credit cards when he has annoyed me) however no matter how many times I tell my grandparents about the allergy they forget or chose to forget – you chose! They have now tried to feed OH nuts on three separate occasions, the last of which took the form of an innocent Christmas pudding which my grandparents sent me home with after dropping in their Christmas presents the other weekend. Luckily I had suspicions (of the included nuts, not the murderous tendency) and so I have had to eat all the puddings myself – things we do for people we love!

However, while focusing on my grandparent’s attempts to off OH I have overlooked other members of my family and now it would seem my grandparents have enlisted the help of my Aunty, who bought OH some lovely patterned socks for Christmas, which OH wore with pride on Boxing Day morning before falling down half the stairs sometime after lunch! I heard a bang but being with his family I didn’t got to explore and bless him he spent a good 10 minutes on the floor at the bottom of the stairs.

You will be pleased to hear that he escaped without any broken bones, although he did hurt his foot and it took a few hours for feeling to return to all his fingers, but for now all is well!

Isn’t it Ironic!

So the first few days in my new house with OH has been eventful, and I am pleased to announce that I have stopped crying every time I walk into the kitchen and see the lovely fridge magnet that my folks got us as part of our house warming gift or looked at the cookbook that my aunty gave me and I can even mange to face putting my clothes into the wardrobe; although I have so many clothes that this will take a while to complete! (Notice I said so many and not too many – you can never have too many clothes or shoes – and yes I do still have nothing to wear!)

However I do want to share with you one incident that lead to a massive fight, more tears and 2 hours of me sobbing down the phone in my local supermarket about how the many I loved was an idiot and I was swearing off men forever (yes I did get some very funny looks from the other customers that night!)

Let me set the scene, it was Monday evening and I had come in from a very tiring day at work (note to self, if I ever move house again – take time off work, in fact better note to self, never move house again!!) and just wanted to go shopping to stock the cupboards before a week full of guests visiting as it was OH birthday this week (December is crazy busy for us!) and I thought it would make the house feel more like a home.

So I walk through the door and explain how I want to go shopping to stop the cupboards together and just get some stuff in so it feels more like a home (no tears) OH felt that two of us going shopping while the house was full of shopping was a waste of time and not going to happen (at this point I started to cry – I blame the tiredness) OH was less than impressed that I was upset and not being practical, I was heartbroken that maybe he didn’t understand me and what did this mean for our life together (I may have a slight tendency to over react!) He said we could just go later in the week, after his birthday.

As previously mentioned the conversation ended not as I had hoped, with me leaving the house and spending two hours walking aimlessly around our local supermarket, not knowing what I wanted to put in the trolley I had, but being very aware that we needed everything and I spent most of my time on the phone to various members of my family discussing my new problem that the guy of my dreams is also a huge ass (an insult to asses I know!) However 2 hours and £100 later I had filled a trolley and made myself feel slightly better by buying nuts on his credit card! (Side note: OH is mildly allergic to nuts – as in if he eats them he has to drink some water quickly not if I open the bag he will die, like I’ve said I don’t want to move house again so soon!)

So to the point… as I have previously mentioned this week was OH birthday and we had his folks coming for tea, I had offered to get some stuff in specifically for it and cook but he said it wasn’t needed, we would more than likely go out for tea. So his folks arrive and low and behold, OH changes his mind (it is his birthday after all) and instead decides he will just through something together……….. from what we have in our cupboards!!!!