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Had planned a reunion with an old friend this morning, intending to come home at lunchtime, so no time for cooking. That´s what one would call a worst case scenario, with the teenies at home, the two getting up late and being ravenously hungry, and hubby returning from rehearsal, always ready to devour what I´ve been preparing. To avert disaster I did the cooking one day early, preparing roast potatoes and Wiener schnitzel (nine of them, big ones) for Friday, and spiced rice with chicken breast fillet in peanut sauce for today. Took me two hours of cooking, afterwards I fed the children and went upstairs, to finally do some paperwork. When I came down, hubby had returned from work- and eaten almost half of the chicken. Reflected upon having a fit, then changed my plans. No way hubby could have known chicken was a next-day lunch. Gave my daughter an earful instead, she sat next to hubby, merrily nattering away, though she had been the one who already knew the menu! Fetched another chicken fillet out of the fridge, fried it. See, no harm done! Slept till five in the morning, and off I was. Came home at two pm, Teenies had already set the table and warmed the food over. Or better, what the cats had left of he food- namely the rice. The chicken fillet was gone, as well as the cats ( insert fit now). Fetched shrimps and asparagus and did another round of cooking, then went to bed to recover. Cats are back, pretending to be hungry. Can´t be, you furried fleabags!