Our little family spent the Christmas holidays with my wife's parents, and during this four-day vacation I was pretty much forbidden from cooking (it really was a vacation). All the family meals were planned ahead of time, and aside from a bit of "stir this, chop that" I was a bystander. By the 3rd day I couldn't take it anymore, so I foraged into the fridge for leftovers and threw together a broccoli and ham omelet for my wife and myself, for lunch. Nothing special, but I was in severe cooking withdrawl.
Oh, and there was some "Old" chedder in there too.