Dishing up potato waffles, chicken nuggets and juicy baked beans, I arranged them neatly onto the white plate.
It wasn’t because my partner Paul, now 38, had requested his dinner to be made in this way.
And our kids Alisha, now 16, Kayden, now 12, and Logan, now 11, hadn’t asked for a picture-perfect meal either.
In fact, it wasn’t even teatime – it was 3am in the morning!
But I hadn’t gotten peckish and snuck downstairs for a beige midnight snack.
I’d been working tirelessly throughout the night, as everyone else was asleep, rolling fondant icing into what would look like little chicken chunks.
And even though it looked like the real deal, the entire meal was made out of cake – even the plate was edible,
