My domestic God (Nigela) and I do not know how we will survive without Marks and Spencer's ready meals. There is nothing that you can imagine fancying for your tea, that can't be whacked in the oven for 25 minutes - the only complicated bit, being the ceremonial piercing of the plastic tops. As of yet we have not partaken in the dirty fries or the gourmet wood fired pizzas, mainly because we're still dickering with the spaghetti carbonara and the sausage and mash - and they say Cordon Bleu is dead....
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