"My mum's reply to the what's for dinner question was always "bread and pullet".
In my husband's family it was "greasy grit gravy and gizzard greens" (a Bobby Bare song).
In our family it was "boiled mince". It's a family joke. For the Americans, mince is ground beef.
The story behind it is this: My mother and my mother's sister are very close in age and they married around the same time. Not long after they were married, they went to visit one of their elderly aunts. Eventually my aunt said "Well, I'd better go home and cook my husband's dinner". Great-aunt asked what was she cooking for dinner. "Boiled mince" replied my aunt. "Does your husband like boiled mince?" said my great-aunt in astonishment. "He must do", replied my aunt, "he gets it every night". (Needless to say, my aunt isn't much of a cook).
