The following is a modified version of a Cornish folktale called The Witch of Treva from Popular Romances of the West of England by Robert Hunt revised and edited by zteve t evans
There was once a an old woman who was deeply skilled in the arts of necromancy and lived in a tiny hamlet called Treva in Cornwall. She could make powerful, spells, incantations and charms and people in the neighborhood were terrified of her.
Nevertheless, although the local people held her in fear and awe her husband remained singularly unimpressed by her witchery and refused to believe in such things. Instead he was more concerned about the housekeeping and the cooking especially when he came home from work when he would demand his dinner the instant he came in.
One day after a hard day’s work he came home looking forward to a good dinner which he expected to be cooked and ready, on the table for him to tuck into as soon as he walked through the door. Imagine his shock and annoyance when he discovered there was no dinner. In fact there was no meat, no vegetables or potatoes or any other kind of food in the house at all.