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Leftover jambalaya. I loved it more today than yesterday.i could go for spicy chicken with ghost pepper ranch
but I had a salad
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Leftover jambalaya. I loved it more today than yesterday.i could go for spicy chicken with ghost pepper ranch
but I had a salad
Fatty.
Haven't done a triple in a long time. Got hurt the last time as I recall.
wife kept the double... luckily.
Bypass?she only did that bc she loves you and didn’t want you to have a triple.
she only did that bc she loves you and didn’t want you to have a triple.
Bypass?
Or she really did want the double but didn't want to say it outloud.she only did that bc she loves you and didn’t want you to have a triple.
LOL, I just looked and there's a whole patty in the trash. She really did not want me to have a triple.Or she really did want the double but didn't want to say it outloud.
At least she didn't rent a storage unit for it.LOL, I just looked and there's a whole patty in the trash. She really did not want me to have a triple.
Had a fun one last night.
I go upstairs to see where we are with dinner. Wifey said she was having problems with Tank, and hadn't been able to cook. Fine, whatevs.
I start going through some recipes, figure out what we're doing as sides/veggies. Legit everything I do, wife has an objection to for some reason. Was going to roast broccoli. "Ham didn't like it once." Find the recipe that she did like where it was pan cooked. "Now we're not using the peppers that we picked out of the garden." Was going to make couscous for a side. "Tank choked on it last time."
She finally just says something like "Make what you think is easiest." So, I go with the sheet pan recipe, because fuck it, just sits in the oven once everything is cut and seasoned, and I can pay attention to getting the rice going and cooking the pork. "Now what are you making?"
Like, Jesus Christ. I get that her dad is a terrible cook and couldn't handle cooking hot dogs for her, but for fuck's sake, let me cook.
Everyone ate everything at dinner.
I cook whatever I want. If the kids don't like it, they can have some fruit/veggies after they've tried everything I've cooked. And Mr. Kobe can't cook and basically eat everything, so he never bothers me in the kitchen.Had a fun one last night.
I go upstairs to see where we are with dinner. Wifey said she was having problems with Tank, and hadn't been able to cook. Fine, whatevs.
I start going through some recipes, figure out what we're doing as sides/veggies. Legit everything I do, wife has an objection to for some reason. Was going to roast broccoli. "Ham didn't like it once." Find the recipe that she did like where it was pan cooked. "Now we're not using the peppers that we picked out of the garden." Was going to make couscous for a side. "Tank choked on it last time."
She finally just says something like "Make what you think is easiest." So, I go with the sheet pan recipe, because fuck it, just sits in the oven once everything is cut and seasoned, and I can pay attention to getting the rice going and cooking the pork. "Now what are you making?"
Like, Jesus Christ. I get that her dad is a terrible cook and couldn't handle cooking hot dogs for her, but for fuck's sake, let me cook.
Everyone ate everything at dinner.
Already had pizza Wednesday night. Guess I should have ordered Chinese.As soon as she said, "Make what you think is easiest", I would have pulled out my phone and ordered pizza... nothing easier than somebody else making it and delivering it to my house.
Getting pizza tomorrow night for Deuce's sleepover. Not even going to pretend to mess around with appealing to the tastes of a bunch of 2nd graders.As soon as she said, "Make what you think is easiest", I would have pulled out my phone and ordered pizza... nothing easier than somebody else making it and delivering it to my house.
I knew we would get a talkie bike conversation going!
I don't know, I think my wife sometimes feels like maybe she doesn't do enough or something. But Christ, she's raising a baby and homeschooling another kid. Least I can do when she's not able to get dinner going is be able to cook it. And again, I'm not mad that dinner wasn't going or whatever, I just wanted to get dinner started. I wasn't expecting to get cranky critiques on everything I was going to try and make.I cook whatever I want. If the kids don't like it, they can have some fruit/veggies after they've tried everything I've cooked. And Mr. Kobe can't cook and basically eat everything, so he never bothers me in the kitchen.
Nip it. Nip it in the bud.I knew we would get a talkie bike conversation going!