When it comes to culinary concoctions, I’m competent at best, and even that meagre boast may well be challenged by those who’ve had the misfortune to tentatively munch on one of my meals.
Yet that said, even if the cupboards were bare apart from a bit of bread, I’d still balk at buying this far from appealing frozen feast of ham and egg.

A lousy looking lunch that arguably takes laziness, or indeed a total lack of talent, to new levels of lowness. Although it does, to be fair, save itself somewhat with that succulent soupçon of spinach.








