Real Food. Real Stories. Real Dad.
I am Steve. (Finally, people say that with a smile—thank you, Minecraft. I am now cool by association).
I am a Dad to two amazing boys. This means I am permanently exhausted. I’m a climbing frame. I’m a taxi service. I love cooking—it is my absolute happy place—but let’s be honest: I’m too tired for fancy.
I am looking for the path of least resistance. I want the Gold. This blog is my collection of cheats, fakeaways, and survival meals that get dinner on the table before the shouting starts.
I started writing this as free therapy (cheaper than a shrink) and so the boys can read these stories one day and realise why Dad was always asleep on the sofa. If you get a good meal out of it too? Then we are all winning.













