For a while I lived with my step-dad. We were both single, and he did the cooking.
One day when he was away I had to fix my own dinner. I looked in the cupboard to see what was available. I found a bright red can of Jack Mackerel and I opened that. I had mackerel and crackers.
When step-dad returned he asked, “What did you have for dinner?”
“I had some mackerel from the cupboard.”
“What? I keep that to feed the cat.”
“Tasted pretty good,” I said.
After that he would frequently ask, “Shall I fix us some dinner, or did you have dinner with Missy?”