Both Mr N and Master N rarely enthuse about my culinary efforts (see above, yesterday's lunch - OK so it's only a fish cake, but quite tasty and nicely presented.)
It must be in the genes and not my dreadful cooking because Master N's three half brothers shower me with praise:
"Oooh Mum - is this home-made?"
"It's gorgeous - so light!"
"Can we take the left-overs home?" etc.
Indeed, the only vaguely negative remark I can remember one of them making was during our brief flirtation with vegetarianism:
"Mum, what's tofu for...?"
Sometimes I feel Mr N & Son need a little jolt out of their complacency, and for this I have a secret collection of cookery books...
...this one is useful.
Shall we have this tomorrow...
...or maybe this?
I think I'll go with this tempting 70s-style Salami Salad!
Ah - revenge is sweet...