The fish stew was tasteless, which in a way was an accomplishment with fish. Rose was painfully aware of it. She had tried to solve the problem by adding salt, but then it had turned out too salty, and so she had added water and now... it was watery and tasteless. 

She was close to tears. 

Andrew pretended to like her food, but Rose could tell that he suffered through, rather than enjoyed, the meals  and she worried that his patience would run out and he would regret marrying her. Perhaps he already did.

Oh the pasty puddings! She had shaped them, but then she had forgotten them when the stew was boiling over. She quickly shoved them in the oven, dropping two on the ground in her rush. She groaned, picked them up and put them in the oven with the others. As if it would make a difference in taste... What bothered her more was that they wouldn't be ready for another twenty minutes. Andrew would be home any time. The whole house smelled of fish but her stew was tasteless and her pasties were uncooked. Oh... and the kitchen was a mess. She walked over to a chair and sank down into it. She was a terrible wife!