Food fight?

Mr H, like many other AS men, I guess, can't really cope with change. Funnily enough he berates his sister and his friend for this but he is much much worse. Sadly, he doesn't recognise these traits in himself because he has the self awareness of a goldfish.

Food is a case in point. He likes food, and he likes to cook, albeit to the letter of the recipe, which can cause kitchen wars.

Yesterday, he decided to do us poached eggs for breakfast.........but OMG there was no white wine vinegar in the cupboard. Well no because I used it all last week and couldn't get any more locally, it's on the online shopping list. You'd have thought the world had ended......."the eggs won't poach  properly" he said ......... "We could have fried eggs, or boiled eggs? " I suggested......."but I want poached eggs" he whined. My poached egg tasted fine, but he threw most of his in the bin because it wasn't quite right. His loss, but for some stupid reason I found myself apologising for not having white wine vinegar in the cupboard.

He also likes to plan food at least a week in advance, so will say to me on Wednesday, "next Thursday when I get home from work we can have ......., then on Friday we can have ......" and so it goes on. I don't work that way, I like to decide nearer the time, according to the weather and what I fancy. It drives him mad that I never remember what he has decided.......why would I?  Obviously if we have people staying, we need to be a bit more organised, but other than that, why? He is a meat and veg man, he likes boiled potatoes with most meals, which says it all in my humble opinion, and is totally beyond my comprehension. I like pasta, curries, spicy food, he likes the blandest thing on the menu.

 He also likes fish and seafood which I'll eat, but am not mad keen on, but yet again it all has to be his way, so if he decides we'll have fish on Friday (and there's no discussion here, it's what he's decided, he might ask if its ok with me, but I know that if I said no, he'd sulk for days so I'll usually
go along with it for the sake of avoiding an argument) I'll go along with it positively, saying "that sounds good, I'm looking forward to it " or whatever. However yesterday, I found an old cookbook and was reading through it......... "Pork, cider and apple casserole sounds good, we've never had that " I said...........pause......."well I'll give it a try I suppose" he replied, with no enthusiasm whatsoever. And I know that if I mention it again in a week or so, he'll say " I don't fancy that".
At the moment, we "do our own thing" food wise a couple if nights a week, when he retires I see that becoming 5 or 6 nights out of 7!

Anyway, on the upside, he has gone away to Spain with his friend for a few days, the kitchen is mine for 5 glorious days! And even better, I'm sitting watching a trashy DVD sipping a glass of Prosecco!

Cheers !
Hannah x

Complicating the simple things even more....

Why is it that Mr H has to make a drama out of everything? AS that's why I guess. Still drives me nuts though.
We have had a dog for 7 years now, we have had 2 dogs for the past 2 weeks. They are fine, dog 2 has fitted into dog 1's routine very nicely, it's just that Mr H is struggling with the slight change.

I normally wake up early in the morning, 6am ish, so I get up, let the dogs out and feed them. Sometimes I go back to bed, sometimes I sit downstairs with a cup of tea. Feeding them is a bit of a hassle because they have different foods, but we are lucky enough to gave a utility room where the dog food is stored, and can be dispensed. I have a routine, I boil the kettle ( because Molly has warm water with her food), get them both clean water, get both food bowls filled in the utility room, add a drop of warm water to one, give to dogs, job done.

Mr H likes to feed them in the evening. I watched him today.......he hovered over the feeding bowls......"I'm not sure how to do this...... I think I'll do the water first...."
"Good idea" I muttered.
Having completed the first task, he then got both food bowls and took them into the kitchen. Then he went to the utility room and collected 2 scoops of dry food for one dog, and a different scoop for the other. Then he went to the fridge and took Sally's wet food to the kitchen. Then he went back to the utility room and collected Sally's tablets and medicine and took to the kitchen. Then he assembled both dog bowls and gave to the dogs. Then he took the scoops, tablet and medicine bottles back to the utility room. I timed him. What takes me a couple of minutes, took him 6.
"Blimey" he said as the dogs were eating " it's exhausting"
"Well" I said " you certainly do it the long way round, why don't you get the food ready in the utility room?"
" Don't be so ridiculous" he snapped " I've always done it this way, there's no other way to feed
them"!!

Back to my simple way at 6am tomorrow, and my way all next week as he's away with work -  hooray!!

I wonder what the dogs think??

Hannah x