Sometimes even when you were the one to make dinner you still don't want it. Growing up I was the pickiest eater alive and with great frustration wouldn't eat half of what my mom would cook for me.
Now that I do 90% of my meal cooking I have become pretty adventerous. But sometimes even when you made it yourslef with all the best intentions, you still just don't like it.
With some oregano mixed in, for old times sake.
I also found this article really interesting this week: