My masterchef.

As I am not the cook of the house, my boy has pretty much got authority on the dinner menu but for the most part he is quite obliging to his customers (being me) and will cook by request. However one evening, he became possessed with the masterchef spirit and decided he was going to experiment with the menu.

Upon hearing the dinner plan I declined and settled for the leftover lamb roast from the night before, whilst he concocted what was apparently going to be a culinary masterpiece.So, the gastronomic result was a tuna casserole with red kidney bean, baby corn, chopped onions, oregano with a dash of salt & pepper, vegeta and from what I witnessed (which he'll never admit to) every other spice and herb we had in the cupboard.

Now I'm no masterchef, but even I, (the most useless cook) know that the combination of the above ingredients does not a masterpiece maketh. He proceeded to eat the dish with a big smile on his face, making comments every once in a while 'mmm this is so nice...' and '...You don't know what you're missing out on'. As the only bean I like are the beans in jelly beans, I refused to even go near the thing whilst I savoured my 2nd day (but juicy nonetheless) lamb roast with baked vegies.

Anyways, I didn't realise that he cooked so much of the casserole that we could have eaten it for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the whole week until I saw the dish in the fridge the next day. I queried why he hadn't packed any for lunch and he proceeded to tell me that he needed to fix the dish first. Transalation: it tastes really bad, but I don't want to chuck it out and waste food. And so for dinner, he made me a steak, whilst he persevered with transforming his casserole to potato bake, by adding tomato paste, potato, bay leaves and cheese.

The end result appeared to be look much more appetizing then its original state, but the tuna-red kidney bead-baby corn casserole turned potato bake wasn't going to fool me. And for the last 2 days the boy has been trying to finish this dish for lunch like he has something to prove. Bless him.

Whilst it has has been slightly amusing, I feel kind of bad for my poor darling and so I have decided to make him dinner tomorrow night for a change (and by make dinner, I mean dial up our fave thai).