Today I'm cranky. I didn't wake up cranky, but by the time breakfast was ready (OK, so it was 1 pm) I was on my way to a major hissy fit!
It all started when I came downstairs and started breakfast. Now you have to remember that John can't cook his way out of anything, so he has absolutely no room to open his mouth about anything I'm doing in the kitchen. Even my ex-husband, who could cook rings around me in the kitchen, knew to keep his mouth shut when I was cooking.
I started making bacon. Now, in order for the bacon to still be relatively hot and not completely burnt to a crisp, I cook it to about a medium and put it in the oven on paper towels to stay warm and finish cooking. By the time the eggs and toast are ready, the bacon is perfect!
So I was removing the bacon from the pan, John comes in and says, "Oh! I see you like your bacon rare." Uh, no. Don't you remember 2 weeks ago, when I cooked it partway and finished it on the oven? I also added I really didn't like criticism of my cooking because that's what this sounds like. He said Oh no! I was just trying to give you some pointers! POINTERS!!!! This from a man who has a freezer stocked with Hungry man dinners, easy mac and microwavable chili in his kitchen cabinets!
I know how to cook. I'm a damned good cook. The fact that I haven't cooked much since my ex-husband left doesn't mean I don't know how to cook. This isn't the first time he's said something to me when I was in the midst of preparing a meal. John has told me a few times that his last wife was "a gourmet cook". I think that means she peeled her own potatoes and made whipped cream from scratch. He also told me her cooking has won awards. Big shit. So has mine (OK so it was $10 from the local newspaper but my recipe won that week!)
I told John is he keeps up with the left-handed compliments, it will be the last time I cook and we can eat all our meals out... and he's buying!
PS How about them Phils! Beating the Dodgers in Game 3 11 -0!! Woo hoo!!!