Let me expand.
I cooked a leg of lamb for Sunday lunch. After cutting off the left overs from the bone, DH held it for the dogs to gnaw the remaining bits off.
So far so good.
Then he offered to tidy the kitchen after lunch. An offer too good to miss and I took the opportunity to finish my wine whilst reading the papers. After some considerable time, he came into the lounge looking all pleased with himself. I said thank you for tidying up.
He puffed up with pride whilst announcing he had made some stock with the meat bones (he knows I regularly make stock from bones & veg and freeze for later use). I said we don't have any bones. He said we do. He told me he'd washed the dogs bone, added water, red wine and olives (as if that makes it ok). It's all finished and in a jug on the counter. It's still there along with all the mess creating his stock caused!
I don't want to be ungrateful but AIBU to refuse to use it?
What concoction has your other half made that you could not bring yourself to eat/drink?