Literally that.
MIL bought some big mushrooms at the weekend and there was one left, so she put some breadcrumbs and cheese on it for me. A little while ago I fell asleep on the sofa. Woke up and asked DH what he wanted for dinner. He said he’d just had his, he cooked/ate it while I was asleep. He made himself a bowl of pasta. I asked if there was any left for me? “No, I didn’t make you any. I thought you were having that mushroom.”
So... my dinner is a mushroom.
This mushroom isn’t the size of a plate or anything. It’s a big mushroom, but it’s still just a fucking mushroom.