The first time I read a Paleo cook book I laughed out loud. It promised me that my kids wouldn’t notice that the bread bun was missing from their burger, or that some kind of 21st century equivalent of the Hamburglar had replaced it with portobello mushrooms. Ooohh Kaaay.
Me: “It’s just the same as normal rice, really!”
My kids: “It tastes like cauliflower. I hate cauliflower”
Tortilla substituted ham roll ups…
Me: “These are great, just like a wrap sandwich”
My kids: “Nah”
Paleo cookies. Nada.
Lasagne – without the lasagne.
“Eeeyeeeuuwww. The pasta is greeeeeen! I’m not eating that filth.”
Pecan crusted chicken breast.
Me: “It’s breadcrumbs. Just like KFC, for God’s sake!”
Almond butter in celery called bugs in boats…….Now you ‘re just taking the piss.
Never believe anyone who is trying to sell a frigging cook book. They clearly have no kids.