It has always been a longstanding joke with friends and family, but a painful reality that I'm a terrible cook.

When I first started dating my husband, eager to impress I offered to reveal the domestic goddess side of me and rustled up a homemade Spaghetti Bolognaise.

As he set the table, I shouted: "John, we need another bottle of olive oil."

For some reason the mince wasn't frying as well as it should in the 500ml bottle of extra virgin.

But to the rescue, my knight in shining armour drained the meat and with a full packet of spaghetti on boil (for two) the meal turned out, 'not bad'.

The rest is history and three children later, I try my best to feed the brood nutritious meals, but I just can't seem to get it right.

I even gave up my full-time day job and tried the nurture the trio, meeting their dietary requirements, preparing meals for when they come home from school.

They ordered the following:

1 Fish fingers, mash and peas.

2 Chicken fingers, mash and beans.

3 Hashbrowns with beans and scrambled eggs.

They ended up with this..

The Mail:

Back to the day job for me it is then.

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