“The Devil will find work for idle hands to do”, or so Morrissey intoned in "What Difference does it Make". It was partly with this in mind that I “persuaded” my sons that for the duration of the summer we should make one day a week “Dad’s night off” and they should take responsibility for cooking and washing up after the evening meal. (I should explain at this point that Kev does the cooking; without him we would live off toast and takeaways.)
We got off to a cracking start with a chilli con carne lovingly prepared and cooked courtesy of younger son and the dishes sloppily washed up, or at least dunked in a bowl of water, by his brother afterwards. After that endeavour, there was less enthusiasm.
Tonight saw the turn of one of them to cook again. I had planned a staggeringly simple affair consisting of some chicken, a few vegetables and a jar of readymade sauce, but was still told that that it was “a bit of a mish” and he wanted to go on Facebook.
Apparently, “mish” is an abbreviation for “mission” and roughly translates as “too much effort.” Something can also be “a bit of a trek”, “a bit of a quest”, and even, “a bit of a pilgrimage” (at least they have a range of synonyms in their vocabulary.)
Son in question was eventually persuaded to come downstairs and half heartedly prod some vegetables around a pan for almost a minute, before the lure of FB won out.
So I finished off sautéing the chicken and veg and bunged in the sauce. It was a bit of a mish, but it tasted alright...