OK. It's now been firmly established that I can't hold a candle to my wife when it comes to cooking.
Given the same ingredients (frozen spinach, cheese, spices) I managed to make a meal that looked like what you'd find deposited on the windscreen of your car, while my lovely wife made a dish worthy of a restaurant. Surf on over to her post (pictures and all) to see what I mean.
In my defence, I must say that my concoction didn't taste bad at all. It's just that, looking at the photographs, it really looks like some bird had massive diarrhoea over my plate.