In Sainsbury’s…savouring a rare and precious moment…me and her together somewhere, anywhere….
Me: What would you like for dinner?
Me: No, really, what do you fancy?
Me: Pasta and meatballs, homemade Lasagna, a stir fry…?
Noting my displeasure she gives up on the idea….
Me: OK, if you don’t want me to cook anything how about….
I steer her over to the ready-made meal section…She screws up her face at the display of unappealing dishes…selects a Pasta Bake….and waves it in my face…
Daughter: This, mother, is what the losers get on Dinner Date…
Me: You’re not on Dinner Date.
Daughter: Why would I want to eat the food…of ‘The Unchosen’ ?