Yesterday afternoon, my wife was moaning about having to cook tea again, so I offered to do it.
the conversation sort of went like this:
Me: "What were you going to make?"
Wife: "Jamie Oliver's Meatloaf"
Me: "OK, no problem. I'm going to the shop , do we need anything?"
Wife: "No we should be fine..a bottle of wine would be nice..."
I get back from the shop and start prepping...defrost the mince, chop a shed load of onion and garlic and then start looking for other ingredients.
Me " Do you know where the ground cumin is?"
Wife: "Oh, I think we ran out"
Me: "What about the ground coriander?"
Wife: "Yeah, i used the last of that a few days ago"
Me: " oookaayy...not to worry, I can replace it with garam masala...where are the crackers? (I need 12 and can only find a quarter of a packet left)"
Wife: "I was sure we had a couple of packets!"
Me: "smokey bacon?"
Wife: "errmmm, nope"
Moral of the story: Don't ever offer to cook a meal again.