My first culinary creation of note

With my wife with a slight hand injury, it was up to me to make the dinner tonight. Apprehensive? Yes, a little. Throughout my childhood the only person that cooked in my house was my mum (my dad's torn-up-bread-floating-in-a-bowl-of-bovril doesn't really count), and the meals of my university years, though a little more sophisticated than merely instant noodles and toast, certainly wouldn't feature in any food magazines.

So, following my wife's sofa-ridden instructions, I managed to knock together a fairly serviceable Shepherd's Pie.



The trouble now is, the wife wants me to cook more often...