I Hate Shopping!

I find nothing less enjoyable than going to a Shopping Centre; I have no idea why so many, mostly women, seem to head there just to look. Personally I ‘boy shop’. I know what I want, go to the shop where I can get it, walk in, buy it and walk out or for things other than clothing the internet is great! (The only reason I don’t buy clothes and shoes on line is I’m hard to fit and hate the hassle of returns). 

I head to the same shopping centres depending what I want, park on the roof rain, hail or shine as it is usually easier and I’m less likely to get some idiot hitting my car with a trolley. I hate crowds so I try to work out what time of day I will strike the least amount of shoppers; I even place bulk orders with my butcher by phone so they are ready to pick up when I arrive.

Both my girls are like me and it has always been a battle to get them to buy clothes let alone try them on (this accounts for why my youngest goes off to work most days in my corporate clothes). The eldest has always had a passion for books so when we did head off to shop she would disappear always to be found in the book shop looking for the latest release from her favourite authors (she read Pride and Prejudice at age 9 not to mention Bryce Courtney’s Matthew Flinders Cat in a day). Our children are basically programmed by Parental actions in many many ways. (My mother was the prolific reader of novels, this is where my Daughter was influenced, but I spent more time on building sites or at the footie with my Father – the wonder of being an only child and a girl). 

The one place that we love is the Homewares stores. It’s walk in and scatter to look at the latest Kitchenaid Mixer or ‘that’ lemon juicer that Hughie uses on his cooking show. We all share a passion for food and cooking and it’s a little like putting three kids in a lolly shop. The latest knives and the discussion on whether you should oil the handle of the Japanese sashimi one. Most of the time we don’t buy much but we all look at things that cost a fortune and a resounding ‘one day’ statement from all three follows. 

When I was growing up most of my friends when they visited would find my Mother in the kitchen preparing something (I’m sure they thought she did nothing else); she would cook a three course dinner every night, eaten at the dining room table with starched white napkins. Dinner was at 6pm and heaven help you if you were running late. All three of us have inherited my Mother’s love for cooking and food although our menus are much different. Both the girls bake, something I haven’t done much of for years mainly because we can all do without the extra calories. We all love fresh produce and use endless amounts of herbs and spices for flavour.

My baby made brunch today consisting of oven roasted garlic tomatoes, bacon, eggs and French Toast (she makes the best ever French Toast) Her boyfriend loves our cooking and it doesn’t matter what else she cooks for Breakfast/Brunch it must include her French Toast. He loves his food as well and being of Greek heritage I actually bought a Greek cook book the other day to expand my repertoire.

Sometimes the actions we inherit from our Parents are on a sub conscious level whether it’s a love for food, cooking, reading or Construction in our cases. Just wish the girls had inherited a liking for clean bedrooms!

Cheers! x