Brain Fusion?

Decided to exercise the ol' cooking muscles last night by whipping up a big pot of spaghetti and meatballs. Yummy! Except... I was threequarters of the way through making delicious meatballs and perfect spaghetti before realising that my spaghetti was, in fact, creamy mashed potato, complete with chopped parsley, butter, and a dollop of wholegrain mustard.

Mashed potato and meatballs. How Anglo-italian fusion. Im so avant-garde i dont even realise im doing it.

Too many years of professional cookery have ruined me. I cant make toast without sprinking the rim of the plate with cracked pepper, and i dont even realise im doing it.

*sigh*