The reason that I am always so astounded is that I never know what I am cooking any earlier than the moment that I peer into the freezer around half past four in the afternoon and even then, it's anyone's guess as to what might leap into my line of vision - or not.
The good days, for me, are those when Keith says, "I'm not really hungry tonight. I'll just have a sandwich." That doesn't happen often, though.
What I'd really, really like is to open the freezer door and for something to leap out and cook itself. Well, it is the twenty-first century. You'd think someone would have invented a self-cooking meal!
(Ready meals don't count - not proper food - far too many additives.)
OK, so, in case you haven't twigged, cooking is definitely not one of my favourite occupations and if any of you readers would like to volunteer for kitchen duties, on a non-payment basis, of course, feel free to let me know.
Meanwhile, I wonder what will jump out when I open the freezer door tonight?
