Laugh. Brad can only manage to cook a frozen pizza, and that's an effort.
There are times when I have to catch myself. I've had a bad day with the kids and I am wound up tight. Brad will come home, and I find myself just snipping at him, it's for no other reason that I am just annoyed, have no patience left and am just snippy.
I wish I didn't do that, but sometimes I do. I try hard not to do it, and I think being aware of it does help to lessen it.
I wish I were a better person at times. But then he brings home his work stress too and I sit looking at him like he has three heads because his issue seems like nothing if I had to get in between a kid fight or whatever that night. I guess no one is perfect.
Cooking is this a female trait. I cook a steak, mine 2 inches thick and Roslyn insists she can not eat a New York cut and has her steak three quarters of an inch thick.
SO last night I did a scotsh fillet roast, 5 inches across, seared all round, covered it with a mix of americian mustard, garlic, oil and beer. Then finished it in the oven cooked to just on rare in the middle. A few panfried spuds, and beans and carrots. Brown gravey with mushroom and a hint of blue cheese in the mix.
Here is my delema. Wife wont eat a steak more than three quarters of an inch thick, then how come when I carved the steak into thin slices she ate almost half of the roast. New York cut 2 inches thick. Go figure