Bit of a backslide last night. I usually straighten the house and get dinner started before he comes over. Yesterday H got to the house early. No problem, because I just keep on about my business. Except, he jumped right in and started putting the coals on for the steaks he brought. This threw my schedule off a bit, so I went ahead and put the potatoes I had planned in the microwave for half-time just to get them started. H didn't like this and said so. I explained that I was just putting them in for half-time. He waited a minute and told me that I shouldn't have put them in a bowl that the best way is to individually wrap them. This annoyed me, because he kept putting me back in the position where I had to explain myself to him, meanwhile I was in a hurry to get back to paying my bills.
So I backslid and just gave in about as resentfully as I could. I said, "Well, then you'll need to change it." Then he got defensive and started explaining to me why it's best to do it that way. I said, "Whatever. We can do it your way. I don't care" in my obviously exasperated voice as I walked out of the kitchen.
Still defensive, he continues to explain how he's done experiments on this. WTF?!? Who does experiments on the best way to cook potatoes in the microwave?!? No reason to wonder ... of course my H is exactly the person who would waste his time on something like that. I managed to keep my mouth shut, and went back to my bills.
I really prefer to cook for him -- except for grilling because it takes a Y chromosome to fully understand the subtleties of raw meat on an open flame -- so I was very disappointed that my H had dinner finished before I was done with my bills. In fact, I felt a little guilty that he was calling me to dinner when I still had a couple of minutes left on balancing my checkbook. He had to wait on me. Kind of a bummer.
None of this ruined the whole night, but I didn't like the way it went.
