Kitchen Karma

I'm a lucky lady in many ways; just one of those ways involves my culinary incompatibility with Brian. See, I'm not a terribly picky eater, and he's very particular about his meals. Why is this a good thing? Well, I don't really like to cook...and he doesn't really like when I cook, either. This results in some awesome grilled meals and (more frequent than I care to admit) delivery. Win-win!

Brian's actual distaste for my kitchen capabilities (which, to be fair, aren't offensive...just not his tastes!) reached a head over the holiday break. Chatting on the phone while he was at work one day, his response to wishes for the evening meal? "Stay away from the stove, and don't have anything ready when I get home."

Humph! 😂 Too glad to kick back and pass the meal-prep to someone else, the cold weather put a damper on his preferred grilling sensibilities. Instead, he endeavored to tackle one of the primary tactics in the typical "women's" world: the oven. He started simply (ha!) with a frozen pizza:

Yes, I know how it looks. Yes, we have a name for it. No, I won't publish said name. See below for the most polite, appropriate response to his...creation.

Since then, he's braved the frosty night air to grill delicious steak, fish fillets, and marinated chicken. But then, he got cocky, if you ask me. Because tonight, well, tonight brought on another bout of Italian food in the oven. It started out well enough; as we were preparing to tuck Gracie into bed, though, I heard his legendary, "Uhhhh...", followed by, "You'll need to tuck her in by yourself." And I was going to, so help me I was -- without question! -- but suddenly, with my Christmas cold still rearing its ugly head, I needed a tissue. I ran to the kitchen to grab one only to see:

He did manage to salvage enough for lunch for tomorrow...kind of...

He even took care of clean-up...kind of...

Italian food: 2. Brian: 0. And I consider myself a winner, too: I didn't have to cook, I didn't have to clean, and I didn't have to pay for the (mercifully!!!) delivered pizza. On top of that, I got the sweet taste of playful revenge when I was able to tell him: "Stay away from the stove." Just delicious! 😜