Amy said she wanted to be in charge of dinner for her and Tilly, and had a great recipe she could talk me through.
Amy: “So Mummy. First open a tin of cheesy raviolis. Then open a tin of macaroni and meatballs. Are you listening? Cos this is the tricky bit. Mix them TOGETHER IN A POT and heat them up. And then make a monkey cage out of cheese to put on top so it looks nice.”
Me: “What about something green?”
Amy: “Some frozen peas on the side. Don’t cook them, just put them in ramekins.”
Now, do I file this meal under “dinners to make when I’ve no f*cks left to give” (which I draw inspiration from at least once a week), or under “dinners my kids will eat without crying”?