Oh, excuse the awesome bread and butter pudding that I made. Yes, I know you normally cut the crusts off, but I like crusts and that's such a waste. The 'after' shot is certainly proof that I am no food photographer. It was taken in my kitchen as it came out of the oven after dinner. It was dark by then and the baby was waiting. Impatiently.
Today's prompt is about being real and discussing something I'm really struggling with at the moment. The pudding and the photography don't really have anything to do with that.
Here are two things I'm considering at the moment.
Firstly, a lot of the online talk I come across is sprinkled with xx's and 'hun' and 'love' and solidarity and sisterhood but in person some of these women are not all xx's and 'hun' and 'love' and solidarity and sisterhood. They are not entirely the mean girls of high school. There is no garbage in my bag or Coke spilled over my clothes or beatings with sticks or books. But there are silences and de-friending and stiff smiles that tell me I am not their kind of person. I am not their friend.
Secondly, I've been thinking about what kind of role model for womanhood I want to be for my boy. Are these the kinds of relationships I want him to see me having - where I'm on the edges of conversations, where I'm not included in the 'renegade' group? Because he is so much like me, it hurts. I see already the same look of bewilderment in my boy's face when other kids hit and bite and push and pull at him. I'd really prefer he think people, women, mums in particular, will always treat others, will treat him, well. For just a little while longer anyway.