So, My boyfriends dad has been in hospital (far too serious a time to give him a jokey name). I had got a sausage casserole going in the day (this was a day I was off work) and my boyfriend went to visit his dad straight from work, telling me he'd be home late.
So, knowing i had some extra time, and that slow cooker food can be left going ages longer, I decided to do some proper mash (instant mash is like mixing sawdust with water, why does no one see this?).
So, my boyfriend comes home from the hospital, to see me finishing of a batch of lovely mashed potatoes, and bursts out laughing.
Why? He'd told his dad (who, by the way, was on a lot of morphine at the time) that I was cooking sausage casserole for him. And his dad was very adamant that we NEEDED to have mash! we couldn't possibly enjoy this sausage casserole without mash.
So, I guess great minds think alike. Or, at least my mind thinks like a morphine addled mind. Either way, the food was good.
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