I have a serious case of the "I don't have a sweet clue what to feed myself for lunch or prepare my family for supper and to be quite honest, I couldn't particularly be bothered anyway." 's
I have a bag of chicken breasts, some brussel sprouts and some corn on the cob thawing away in the sink. There are potatoes and onions in the cupboard and carrots and parsnips in the fridge (do parsnips go in the fridge? I can never remember...)
There are a myriad of herbs and spices on the shelf over the counter and loads of goodies like garlic and flour living beneath.
Even as I type this, I can practically smell the gourmet creations that the culinary blessed amongst you would come up with. In my head, I know that the potential of a beautiful meal is all around me just waiting for skilled fingers to unlock their moist, juicy secrets.
If you are the owner of those fingers and have an hour or so to spare, please feel free to swing by sometime in the next little while to work your magic.
So long as you have supper on the table by six, I don't care what you cook.