Yesterday I posted my spag ‘n’ ease dinner so thought I’d share this story wif yous. Spaghetti bolognese is my husband’s favourite of all time. If I swap the spaghetti for another pasta, there’s disappointment.

So one day I made the bolognese and I burnt the fucker. I was so angry with myself. Told him that I was sorry and promised him I’d make another one the next day. He’s like “nah I’ll still eat it”. I explained that it’s horrible, unedible, burnt throughout. I left it on the stove to deal with it in the morning.

I woke up and looked in the pot and it’s gone. Like all gone. So I questioned him when he got home. He told me that he had taken it, added a shitload of chilli paste to it and that it was delicious. It had sat overnight and he ate it cold. I had no words.