If I would have to say I have a weakness (if somebody would torture me) I would have to say it is junk food – I love it and I don`t need any advertising from them saying that I do because I am, I am loving it. Sometimes the craving is just too much and then I fall of the wagon (of the wagon of foods Paula wishes I would eat). Today is one of those days when I couldn`t contain the junk food devil inside of me any longer and this is what happened:

Table of joy - there is actually some healthy food on the table, hidden beneath all that grease. / Miza pregrehe - ampak je gor tudi nekaj zdrave hrane, sicer je skrita v vsej tej maščobi.
Table of joy – there is actually some healthy food on the table, hidden beneath all that grease. / Miza pregrehe – ampak je gor tudi nekaj zdrave hrane, sicer je skrita v vsej tej maščobi.

My kids are just innocent bystanders although I won`t say I had to force them to eat it. After we had our fill(th) I have to say it is always better when I am imagining it as it is when I am stuffing my face with it.

Junk food, daddy is satisfied, the kids didn`t complain, mommy will be pissed. But I still have to cook something for the afternoon lunch…

Slaba hrana enaka v Sloveniji:

Če bi moral priznati, da imam slabost (če bi me nekdo mučil) bi moral reči, da je to hitra hrana. Preprosto ne morem se ji upirati in za to ne rabim kakšnih reklam, ki mi govorijo kako rad imam hitro hrano, ker jo imam – rad jo imam (tako, pa sem priznal). Včasih je potreba po njej tako močna, da prekinem abstinenco (v okviru katere jem samo dobro hrano, ki mi jo priporoča Pauli). Danes je takšen dan, ko je bila želja premočna, skušnjava prevelika in restavracija preblizu (no, relativno blizu, dovolj blizu, da smo se lahko s kolesom in prikolico pripeljali do tja v desetih minutah) in je zmagal hudiček hitre hrane v meni. To so dnevi, ko se zgodi kar je očitno na zgornji sliki.

Moja otroka sta nedolžni stranski žrtvi mojih hitro-prehranskih-potreb, čeprav ne bom rekel, da sta se ravno upirala. Ko smo se nabasali, moram reči, da je vedno bolje, ko si zamišljam okus hitre hrane, kot je potem dejanski okus pri basanju in goltanju.

Torej – hitra hrana – očka je potešen, otroka se nista pritoževala, mami bo jezna. Pa še vedno moram nekaj skuhati za popoldansko kosilo…