If my husband were doing that, I’d make it very inconvenient for him. You can’t open the gate the right way? Holler for him to come open the gate because you don’t know how to do it.
Didn’t cook the ham right? Tell him he can cook the ham next time…and mean it.
But…it’s been this way for so long, and you’ve just accepted it for so long….
My SO has food issues. I actually quit eating what he cooked several years ago because he gets like a Nagging Nancy, obsessing over it. Like, last night he made fried chicken and mashed potatoes and gravy. Of course, he made them late. They weren’t ready to eat until after 9 p.m. I go to bed at 9:30 or so.
I decided to get a small plate of potatoes and gravy before I went to bed. I sit down on the couch to eat and it’s like, “There’s chicken in the oven! You want some chicken?”
“No, thanks. This is all I want.”
“The chicken is good! You want me to get you some?”
“No, thanks.”
“You sure? It’s good!”
“I’m sure.”
[exasperated sigh on his part.]
“How is the gravy?”
“It’s good.”
“You sure you’re not just saying that because you’re hungry? See, I kinda messed up on it… [launches into detail about how he messed up….] Also, I put too much milk in the potatoes. Can you tell?”
“No, they seem perfectly fine to me. It’s good.”
“You sure you’re not just saying that?”...
Of course, if I don’t like something he pouts.
Where the fuck does this come from??? I mean, I just want to EAT, not have a 30 minute discussion about it!
Once, several years ago, he went so far as to tell me how to dish the food up on my plate, specifically how to put the gravy on my potatoes. At that point I slammed my plate down, and left my dinner on the counter and never really ate what he cooked again….unless I was in the mood to field 20 questions, like last night. I’ll eat it the next day for lunch.
Me, when I say “Foods ready,” it’s ready. Eat or don’t eat, I don’t care.