Looking back on my childhood, I’ve come to realise that my mother was on the Real Food bandwagon long before said bandwagon even existed.
Oatmeal and yogurt only came in one flavour: plain. Cereal meant Rice Krispies and Cheerios – the unfrosted, unflavoured kind. Bread only came in brown, and milk only came in white. Drinks were either juice or water, and sometimes pop on a special occasion. Dessert, assuming we even had any, was fruit.
To my younger self, it seemed like my parents weren’t very good at picking groceries. Everyone else had boxes of sugary cereal, cookies and granola bars in their cupboards, a carton or two of ice cream in the freezer, pudding in their lunchbox, and a box full of Coke cans in the living room. It just wasn’t fair.Continue Reading