I don't know what he does to everything to make it so shit.
Of course I'm grateful for him cooking sometimes (not often, thankfully), but it's getting to a point where I dread him cooking.
We are beyond skint at the moment, and he has used up so many things in one really crap dish, and I'm fuming. Not only that, but I have to sit and eat it and pretend it's nice because I don't want to hurt his feelings.
What do I do? He's so proud and chest puffy-outy when he does it, and generally he's an ok partner. But mother of God 🤮
He can cook a really good steak, tbf. But those days are gone for a while!