I made a beautiful roast last Sunday, chicken, perfect crispy roast potatoes, chestnut and cranberry stuffing, Yorkshire puddings, pigs in blankets, asparagus, broccoli, baby corn and gravy.
DP always focuses more on the chicken but I love a roast with all the trimmings, it took hours and I made everything from scratch.
He asked if he could please have more chicken and less “other stuff” so I called him when it was ready to plate it himself. He asked me to take my chicken first so I cut a few bits off the breast.
The little bugger put the whole chicken (minus my few slices) on a plate and took it away.
He came back for a side plate and put a small slice of Yorkshire pudding, some veg, one pig in blanket and gravy on it and took it away like the cat who got the cream 😂.
he returned his plate to the kitchen with a small very clean heap of chicken bones and declared it the best meal he ever had. I now know not to bother with anything else, I’ll go to the rotisserie in the supermarket and just bring him home a chicken!
And if anyone is wondering why we eat separately (I noticed these things get picked up on on here) it’s because we are both cursed with misophonia.
We eat about 75% of meals together but when I knew he’d be gnawing away on chicken bones I couldn’t bear to sit next to him 😂.
It sounds strange but it makes the meals we do eat together more special and he is autistic and goes into a trance eating anyway so he’s a bad dining companion. He takes forever to eat his food and after sitting with him for 45 minutes whilst he ate a few slices of pizza and salad I decided enough was enough.
Your curries sound fab OP and that sounds like one hell or a lot of effort. You might not feel appreciated now but one day those words will be uttered “that’s not how my mum makes it” and you’ll know it’s all been worth it ❤️.