I dunno if this is the time or the place for embarrassing admissions of stupidity, but here goes.
So I get home at 8.30pm, and Rox (a housemate) tells me that they just had leftovers for dinner, and there are still some in the fridge. Last night we had some Moroccan thing I can't remember the name of, it had chickpeas and sweet potato and onions and carrots and dates and apricots, and it was served with couscous. So Rox gets the container of the carrot/chickpea stew stuff out for me, and I slop a bit into a bowl, and there's also a saucepan on the stove, half-full of something that bears an uncanny resemblance to couscous. I add some to my bowl, nuke it, put some yoghurt on top, and take it into the loungeroom to eat.
Another housemate (Alec) sees my dinner and asks Rox if I'm eating (mumble). Rox goes "what?", looks at my plate, and asks me if I took stuff out of the saucepan. I say yes, and they all collapse into fits of laughter, because the stuff in the saucepan is actually bird food. (It was pretty funny.)
The bird food is perfectly fine to eat cos it's also human food, some stuff called pearl Quinoa and grated sweet potato. So after wiping the tears of mirth away, I put a bit of salt on it and chow down. This bird is eating very well indeed.