Once upon a time, I treated an exboyfriend to homemade fish and chips. Whilst he worked from home I went out to the local fishmonger, sourced proper chunks of fish instead of supermarket offerings, made breadcrumbs, faffed about with flour and whisked egg and messy hands, made my own chips and mushy peas and generally was a bit of legend. The boyfriend, however, barely registered the effort and I vowed never to try so hard again.

He got binned a while later, and I’ve not made fish and chips since.

I decided to revisit it tonight, because it’s what I fancied for dinner, but I massively cheated and only made the chips myself.

Supermarket cod fillets and some fresh peas later I had a lovely evening meal without the crushing disappointment of underwhelming someone I fancied..