Cooked for the 'rents last night, which I'm doing two-three times a week now.
It's a mixture of cynical goodwill building, emptying the freezer (mostly of food I've bought) and because Mum is super-stressed and deserves it.
I served up a more palatable mixture last night of course.
Sticky chilli Gressingham duck.
Vegetable biryani.
By the time it was cooked I wasn't hungry any more, so my tea was a couple of Tuc sandwich biscuits, just so I could take my medication. Sadness.
But Mum said their meal was delish, so that works for me.
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