Last night she said "What do you fancy for dinner/supper/tea?"
I replied .... "Does it matter what I say? It's Friday and you always serve fish on a Friday"
Her: "So you want fish then"
Me "Frankly I couldn't give a fat rat's arse because you will cook fish no matter what I say"
And we ended up with fish (I think)
The plate held a bed of over-cooked rice on top of which was the heated contents of a jar of Curry Sauce that contained a number of lumps. There was no obvious fish taste; in fact the lumps, which had the texture of old shoe leather and took as much chewing, later turned out to be some bits of coley that she had overcooked from frozen. When I asked what it all was she replied "Kedgeree".
We had a debate about what constitutes Kedgeree, Fish Curry and Shite.
My meal went in the bin. I made a cheese sandwich.
She ate her "kedgeree" and, by means of much self praise and isn't this nice-ing, intimidated the boys into eating theirs .... but since they hate curry she had given them rice and fish fingers (not a combination I would have served)
The THW had the rice with the curry sauce but no fish as she is still vegetarian.
This morning SWWLTBO and thinks she can cook has a bad case of the sh*ts.
