I didn’t have to cook for someone else. I like to think I am a normal person. That with no one looking over my shoulder I will eat like any other fully grown toddler left to themselves and grab some fast food or microwave some chicken nuggets.
But I had a small loaf of bread I baked earlier with no clear use. I started looking through the cabinets and found an emergency tin of smoked herring and an open bottle of port wine.
Okay, fine. I’ll eat like a fully grown toddler from the 18th century.
This is sooo tasty.
Cost per person: $4


You forgot to invite me…
You didn’t make reservations. I only had the one tin.
Did I just receive 2 excuses from you?
OK well. Book me in for tomorrow please.
Classic toddler behaviour if you ask me.
I’m probably having fast food tomorrow.
I’m starting to think you don’t like me.
We’re fine. I just need to restock and today is just a fully loaded day. By the end of the stress I’ll need a Bacon King or Mexican Pizza to cope.
Ahh fine then.
Friday I’m throwing a party so I’ll be having pizza.
So I vote Mexican pizza!