Appetising, isn't it?

The problem with going away and leaving Mrs Ottawacker in charge of menu choices is that she tends to go all "Earth Mother" on me. Having managed to spend a whole day editing Kuwaiti English (it might have been English Kuwaiti for all I understood), I arrived downstairs to find it was my turn to prepare dinner again. Well, least I can do...

Except that when I sent out my minions to raid cupboards and larders, this was the only vegetable-like thing they came back with. Now, I'm not one to complain, but when a potato has more eyes than an Italian menu, I draw the line. So I poured myself a drink, sent them out to the grocery store, and worked myself into a state of high dudgeon. 

I mean. Really.