I am sorry but I AM THE DANGLERS.
I, little old me, of innumerable a culinary incapability, have become a PROPER CHEF, who follows actual real life recipes and that. And uses spices and stuff. And herbs. See. Proper.
Watching, wholly intimidated, as Dave nonchalantly wazzes in a pinch of this and a slosh of that and it magically turning out tasting sublime... I decided I had to up my game. I'm a wife. A mother for God's sake. I should be able to chuck some stuff together. It's just the rules.
So now, after all my years of churning out beans on toast, scrambled egg on toast, even rice pudding on toast (bloody Blumenthal) I have thrown my incompetencies to one side, stepped away from the bread bin and into the limelight. No more bushel modesty for this little Nigella. MY SCRAN HAS LANDED.