Back in the day when our kids were young Mrs Wyshiepoo and I had a little motor home (I think RV in US speak?)
We were in Belgium quite near Brussels, pitched up on our site. I was doing something around the motor home and evening meal time was approaching.
Mrs Wyshiepoo who isn't/wasn't the bravest of travellers said, "It's no good I've got to learn, I'll go and get something to eat from the supermarket nearby."
She went off with the sprogs and returned looking rather please with herself.
"I've bought two stews, one for today and one for tomorrow, they look delicious."
I didn't have the heart to tell her what she had ordered there and then I waited till the day after and told her that the first meal was horse casserole and the second was a kind of ox tongue casserole.
You should have seen her face.