My husband to me today:
So anyways, I'm on hour 10 simmering bones and aromatics for the broth going into my made entirely from scratch chicken and noodles dish today.
We're having a bit of an argument. We agreed when we got married that he'd wash the big dishes that don't fit in the dish washer and anything else that can't go in (the fancy chef knives he got me for Xmas, the food processor bowl, etc). I get to handle everything else, cleaning the stove, counters, microwave, loading and unloading the dish washer, planning meals, shopping for ingredients, prepping and making meals.
I'd made a chicken dish that I threw together with tomatoes from the garden, fresh mozzarella, gorgonzola, fresh basil and whipped up an aceto balsamico glaze to drizzle. He eats it, raves with glowing review, and then laid into me immediately about the bowls and large items in the sink.
He says I should cook simpler meals. That I do too much and make too big a mess and it's not fair anymore, because when we got married, I had no cooking skill (I was a tomboy catching snakes and bugs as a wee lass, no time for domestic nonsense). I spent 14 years becoming a very very good cook. I think my food is so good, rarely do either of us pine for take away.
However this has me a bit miffed. I kind of want to make him ramen, ez Mac manwiches for a month and see if he still feels the same.