Our shopping turned up late and I'd lost all will to cook. The kids wanted soup (tinned!) and bread. So I've done soup for all. They've had chicken, we've had oxtail. One tin each.
I've also heated up four loaves of frozen bread, the Demi baguette ones.
DH says this isn't a proper dinner and he'll have something else after. I'm stuffed. It's a fuck ton of bread and butter and a whole tin of soup ffs.
Who is BU? Me and the kids, or DH?