challenges of motherhood, Motherhood

That’s Not Branston Pickle: The Dangers of Sandwich Making and Motherhood

The dangers of motherhood and sandwich making
Photo Credit: Pedro Simao

As a result of my blog post about all the things I never dreamed I would say before I became a parent I was reminded of a Branston pickle incident many years ago that I think I’m finally ready to share.

Picture the scene. My kitchen, just over seven years ago. My eldest son was just a few months old. He was a mere baby. Our little family comprised then only of the three of us. I was a new parent and I was sleep deprived. Bewildered. Operating on auto pilot. And I was making sandwiches for a long road trip we were about to make.

To be more precise, I was making cheese and Branston pickle sandwiches whilst my baby son lay in the play pen. Screaming. Screaming like he was being savagely attacked by rabid dogs. So I picked him up, gave him a cuddle and he stopped crying. I continued to make sandwiches with my one free hand, baby nestled in my other arm.

Drawing to the end of the ‘tricky with one hand’ sandwich packing process my husband took our son from me and I noticed I had pickle on my non-sandwich making arm. Strange, how on earth did that get there I wondered. So I licked it off my arm. It didn’t taste much like pickle. I wrapped the last sandwich in cling film and cleared away.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” cried out my husband suddenly. “Nappy explosion!”

Gadverdamme,” I uttered. “That wasn’t Branson pickle on my arm.”

I know I’m not alone – go ahead, feel free to share your gross poop stories with us……..

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1 thought on “That’s Not Branston Pickle: The Dangers of Sandwich Making and Motherhood”

  1. Sorry, no poop stories from me. Yours beats anything I have ever heard! And I have never had a cheese and pickle sandwich. Maybe I should give it a try. The “real” pickle relish, that is. 😉 Hugs, Linda@Wetcreek Blog

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