It all started with the Alpen, but things didn't really come to a head until the night of the pre-prepared lasagne.That evening, after a full day of work, I'd rushed home, running late as usual. Knowing there was practically no time between collecting my daughters from school and nursery and getting them bathed and to bed, I'd picked up the lasagne en route, knowing it would appeal to adults and children alike.Yet when it arrived at the table, bubbling and golden, my husband refused to take a bite. He said he'd rather go without than eat something he wouldn't call food, and he didn't think the girls should be eating it either.
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