S spent all last year claiming that all she could cook was carbonara that we taught her (by which I mean O as it’s O that insists it must contain onions and mushrooms) and toad in the hole.
Tonight she make paprikash by mostly remembering what her mum does. We decided there was slightly too much paprika but otherwise it was delicious! (She said it wasn’t quite the same as at home but I told her that several of the things I do I can never get quite the same despite knowing exactly what my parents do.)
She is not allowed to be dismissive of her cooking abilities again because that was really tasty and i want to learn how to do it :-) (first time that’s happened with something one of the housemates has cooked)