I wrote here about things I am not good at. Mostly to do with towels.
Anyway, turns out I dont know one superfood from the other either.
It is school holidays at the moment so I’m mostly spending time with the boys, not doing a lot but enjoying it nonetheless. So we sit down and we are watching something on netflix and for whatever reason they serve up a serving of quinoa. I believe it is pronounced Keen-wah.
Well I believe it now but until yesterday I had no bloody idea that is the same as that quinoa (Kwinoah?) stuff I force down my face when I am feeling particularly fat.
I honestly had no idea. I mean one look at me abnd you’ll understand that I am don’t have a heavy keenwah intake but for whatever reason the fact just avoided me and I thought they were seperate things.
I told the family and they all laughed their arses off at me. Even the 14 year old who’s brain only works between 11 and 2 each day and who is currently obsessed with knives and fire.
They then reminded me that until perhaps 8 years ago I had no idea that the spike in the end of an ointment cap is used to pierce the film lid. Up until then I tended to use the outer prong of a fork though this did often result in something of a premature ointment explosion.
I reminded them that they were all garbage human beings and the 11 year old blonde one, fond of his facts and a bit of a know it all, ceased laughing most heartlily when I reminded him that he still couldn’t ride a bike and he better hope his hair darkens before he gets older because blonde haired male adults are just weird and creepy.
I wanted to say he would look like like a kiddy fiddler but showed some restraint when Mrs Afterwards gave me the look.
The even came to an abrupt end and we all had an early night after I suggested they eat my backside. I know, wrong on so many levels and I know I ought to be ashamed of myself.
I blame it on the lack of keenwah in my diet…