Improv cooking.

Eliz has a craving for cottage pie, but she doesn't want to make it. That's ok, I do most of the cooking right now. I find out exactly what is envisioned, because when making food for other people, their dreams are never quite what yours are.

So I'm sweating garlic and onion, small-dicing carrots, and making sure we have frozen peas. We do. It's mostly ready for the ground beef.

The beef is off. Urgh.

There's frozen, but that will throw off timing a lot.

OK, pivot to chicken.

Chop chicken thighs, saute, deglaze with Marsala. More onion and garlic, add a little ginger, some paprika.

We'll see how it goes; no matter what, I expect I'll be making a different cottage pie in a week or two.