He's a wankerbastard flossie. Same as my one who announced a few months ago (same time dd announced she was veggie) that he doesn't like spag bol.
Spag bol was my place I hid alldaveg. Ds even liked fucking courgettes (which I always end up hating the sight of my august) in his spag bol. He's happily eaten spag bastarding bol for 12 years. Cunt.
He's decided he only likes pasta in a white or cheese sauce. 12 years I have made tomato based pasta fucking sauce. Oh, and he doesn't like meatballs either. Or shepherds pie (another veg disguiser). Or lamb tagine. Or salmon. Or chicken on the bone unless I take it off the nasty bones for the poor little fucking man child.
Have started treating him like the dcs. 'You do like it DH, you know you do and that's what we are having so just try a little bit and if you really don't like it, have some fucking toast'.
'Make your own fucking tea' said like Mrs Bob in Rita, Sue and Bob too is also said.
I like cooking. But get sick to death of trying to meal plan around a 14 year old health concious but bone idle veggie, a 5 year old suspicious veg refuser and a fickle 51 year old.
I tell them to chose and they just say 'I dunno, owt you want, am not fussy. No, not that. Nah, don't fancy that, no, no, no, no. Well I don't know, what do YOU want?'
Wankerbastards.