Beyond the oven door

Beyond the oven door my tea (dinner/supper/evening meal) is cooked.

At the time of taking the blip I knew not what it was.

All I knew was it would be delicious. Mrs. P cooked it so that's how I know.

I was chicken smothered in cheese and Parma ham.

It was, as expected, delicious.
Just 3 sleeps now......