Ohhhh… Roommates and boyfriends are terrible with pans.
I thought I scored once a boyfriend that cooked healthy and gluten free… And breakfast in bed.
Well I noticed a scratch in one of my 10 inch skillet. So when we were grocery shopping I picked up another. No biggie.
He was cooking that night and I was reading his homework aloud to save time. He grabbed a metal spatula that came with a set I got and was browning quinoa. He insisted on using metal because it cleaned easier. That was the shortest life span of a pan I ever had.
Oh and he took off with a couple of glass pots I loved when we parted ways.
Just goes to show he can be a cook and still be an ass.