My H wanted sausages in bread buns for a quick tea. He was going to cook it himself (he usually cooks tea) but didn't feel well so I said I'd do it.
I'm standing at the hob, sausages in the pan, frying nicely, and he shouts through 'don't forget the sausages need turning!'
I ignore, because I'm used to him thinking I can't cook. He shouts: did I hear him?
'Yes, I heard you' I respond calmly.
I butter the bread buns, slice up the sausages and take it through to him. He says in his most incredulous voice 'are you sure they're cooked? They can't be cooked properly yet, they'll still be frozen!!'
I took them off the plate and stuffed them in his gob and screamed like a banshee 'you tell me - are they still f×××ing frozen?'
No, of course I didn't, but I dearly wanted to. AIBU?