I had a chicken and mushroom pot noodle earlier, with some worcestershire sauce tossed in before adding boiling water in addition to their provided packet of soy sauce, was nice. For a pot noodle anyway.
My old man is just cooking up a pot of chilli con carnage, upon which we shall both feast, with a long baton type loaf of crusty frog bread. I got the bread for him with his money when I went to the post office to try and redeem a premium bond, and finding that NSI don't fucking deal with the post office anymore since last year. Thats so fucking gay it defies belief. But I used the time to grab the bread for the chilli. Which is now ready to eat. Ripped off a huge hunk of the bread whilst walking back to the car just after buying it, and started munching on that whilst I went about my other business.