The reason I avoid having A cook if at all possible....

So just a little background.  When A and I were dating, he had a ton of frozen food that his mom had made him and brought down the last time she visited.  She is a caterer so it was all amazing.  AMAZING.  Her food rocks.  So between that and the few times A actually cooked for me, I swear he knew what he was doing in the kitchen.  Now, I'm not saying I thought he was all gourmet or could cook just like his mom but I at least thought he knew what he was doing.  Lately, I'm not quite sure.

I've been exhausted this week.  A and I have been fighting a little so we've been up late (because god forbid we fight before 10:30 at night and we can't go to sleep angry).  Nothing big really just stupid little stuff because we are both tired and cranky and ready for winter to be over so we can get out of the house more, etc.  So we take it out on each other because there really isn't anyone else.  So on Tuesday, I forgot to take something out to defrost for dinner.  There were leftovers to eat and I just wanted a cheese sandwich anyway so I told A he was on his own for what he ate.  The man made himself 3 packets of oatmeal and heated up some leftover steak.  Ummm....seriously??  So whatever, I didn't say anything b/c I didn't have to make it so what did I care.  Yesterday I took out chicken tenders (raw, not frozen pre-breaded stuff) and he offered to make dinner.  Awesome!  Anytime I don't have to worry about it is fine.  So I hear him getting everything ready, I know that he is going to grill (yum!) so I go into the kitchen to get some water and I see him breading the chicken.  So I said, "Oh, I thought you were going to grill."  "I am"  he says.....

Huh?  Oh god.  I should have known better than to let him cook.  I'm now having flashbacks to the night about a year ago when he made rotini, mixed with rice-a-roni and bratwurst.  No.  I'm not kidding.  Yes.  It was disgusting.

So I very nicely said, "Isn't the breading going to burn?"  "No, it won't"  OK.  So at this point I have given into whatever is coming and I just go with it.  I notice that he has the frozen mozzarella sticks from the freezer out and thought, well at least I'll be able to eat those and the leftover veggies he was going to heat up, I made so I knew I'd be ok....

About 15 minutes later, in walks A with a pile of charred mozzarella sticks.  HE GRILLED THE CHEESE STICKS.  I mean really.  REALLY?!  Who does that!  So I ate one or two, generously covered in marinara to hide the charcoal taste and waited for the rest of this disaster to begin.  So in he walks with the grilled, breaded chicken tenders and the leftover vegetables, which he also somehow managed to grill.  Apparently, the microwave and the oven just aren't for him.

The veggies weren't bad, I mean, I like grilled veggies so no big deal there....  I'll also give it to him that the chicken wasn't completely burned or totally gross.  Only slightly.  But that's only because the parts that weren't burned were where the breading had fallen off completely.  Thank GOD for ranch dressing.  I smother the chicken in it to hide the burned taste (healthy right? so much for WW) and ate what I could.  I woke up this morning starving.

So I have to give it to him.  If his intention is to never have to cook. He has done a fine job of convincing me he shouldn't.  While I appreciate dinner being made for me, is see his ulterior motive and will give into it if it avoids anything like this (or the bratwurst incident) happening again...