the greatest dinner in the history of great dinners.

Boyus Angfriend and I love food. We are gluttons. People are constantly amazed by the sheer quantity of food we can eat. We should really be morbidly obese. And maybe that's why people in restaurants often don't like us - pure jealousy.

We also have a passionate love of many of the same foods - butter, pasta, brussels sprouts, bacon, pizza, chocolate, olives, blue cheese, steak, pavlova, capers, ice cream (preferably eaten out of the tub, in bed, late at night), McDonald's, garlic, pancakes.

This is a really good thing. While I lot of this stuff is pretty mainstream-ly appreciated, some is not. So it's great that we share similar tastes, for both ease of dining, and to ensure we don't hate each other (I will admit I'm a snob. You don't like olives? I'm sorry, we can't be friends...philistine).

While I like and eat a lot of really good, perfectly respectable food, I am also a sucker for anything with novelty value. Limited-edition-anything appeals to me, as does anything kitschy, cutesy or quirky. I am completely okay with the blatantly trashy. I love foods-that-taste-like-other-foods. S'mores PopTarts. Cookie dough ice cream. Kebab flavoured chips. I was pretty much a quivering, orgasmic mess when Smiths did their 'do us a flavour' competition.

I love oddly-shaped foods, too. I often buy pasta shaped like zoo animals, just because it makes me happy.

So when I saw these bad boys on sale, I was practically giddy.

I only could've been more excited if they were chicken-shaped dinosaur fillets.

I could've just eaten them as-is. But really, with such a fantastic resource at my fingertips, how could I let them go to waste!? When Boyus Angfriend suggested we cook dinner together last night, I decided this was the perfect opportunity to create an educational, aesthetically pleasing, delicious diorama of a meal.

Behold! When dinosaurs roamed the earth!

Here we have a rocky pasta terrain, strewn with butter-sautéed brussels sprout roughage, upon which these majestic beasts hunt freely. After taking this picture, I put bit blobs of stilton on top. To be...clouds. Big, fatty, mouldy, melty clouds.

Then I made them have a bloody battle to the death. It wasn't pretty.

In short: mealtimes at my house are really fun. I have the mental capacity and attention span of a six-year-old. I also like ketchup a bit too much.

NEXT TIME: blue risotto with my little fishy-shaped fish fillets swimming in it! YES!