He - DH of 12 years - insisted on cooking a late lunch / early dinner. I am reminded of why his household duties tend not to involve cooking.
It's been TWO FUCKING HOURS. AND IT'S FUCKING GNOCCHI.
It took him best part of an hour to read the recipe, and even then he asked me what "shredded" meant. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK IT MEANS, YOU FUCKING IMBECILIC BLITHERING IDIOT...?!?!?!?!?!?
PLUS one thousand and one "Where's the big knives?", "How thick should I slice this?" and "How long should this go fors?" to contend with throughout as well...
I could have forgiven all, but for all the "cooking tips" he deigned to mansplain to me in the process of cooking this yet-to-materialise gnocchi dish.
SURELY no jury would convict me...?!?!?!?!? At least in prison, he wouldn't be there to get on my tits this badly....
Please tell me it isn't just me.