Sunday 14th January 2018
One apple in the morning and one apple in the evening. And not just any apple. It must be pink. And not only that (for we have refined the search for a perfect eating apple) – its got to be a Pink Lady.
After his bottle of milk and two fried eggs (but before his bowl of spirelli pasta) Kingsley requests a ‘frěsko’ apple. Of course I’ve created a rod for my back as the kiddo eats only peeled fruit in bite size pieces (ok ok and hand-fed by his mummà). But I figure he’s receiving his nutrition and it’s no bother for me to do so and hence who cares?!