The big one does cooking at school on a Friday.
She casually hands me the list of ingredients on a Thursday night.
I go off on a complete rant and shout a lot for half an hour.
I tell her that she needs to be more prepared and that if she doesn't give me the list in plenty of time next week she will have to walk to the co-op and buy the stuff herself.
Then I drive to the co-op, buy the ingredients and have another strop when I get home.