Ingredients, you will need:

1x Global Pandemic

2x parents who’ve just got used to having the house to themselves

1x son who can’t stand having to leave the delights of the city for his parents house in the countryside

1x son with pretensions of being a comedian

1x enclosed space for all of them to cook together.

 

Start with your pandemic, season it liberally with panic, fear and panic buying of supplies.

Individually flavour the other ingredients with vastly varying flavours. examples include liberal attitudes to nudity, differing political viewpoints and an inability to deal with other opinions.

Lock up all ingredients in the confined space for several months. make sure to heat well with large amounts of sunshine but do not allow them outside for more than 1 hour a day.

Begin loudly pointing out all the fun things that your ingredients would be doing if they were literally anywhere else.

Let the comedian son write out a series of poems based on how frustrating he is finding everything. For extra spice, add several disparaging and thinly disguised descriptions of members of his family.

Mix said poetry with three bottles of wine at dinner. Make sure you stir well to let out all the buried resentment from the last 20 years. Sprinkle a few “OK Boomer” comments and serve with a long rant about Millennial snowflakes.

Bon appetite