I like to cook. Especially if I already have all the ingredients. So last night I made Chicken Parmesan and my token salad (lettuce, tomatoes, feta, almonds, craisins, raspberry vinagrette)
Lest you think too much of me: my chicken was frozen and I used string cheese, but it only took 25 minutes to prepare and cook that way and I was hungry.
Unfortunately my roommate was hard at work making Mac'n'Cheese and biscuits for her boyfriend (who never flipping leaves our apartment, which totally peeves me off because we split the utilities 4 ways and he brings our total of people living here to 6. Grrrrrrrr).
Isay unfortunately because he hovered over me the entire time (annoying), staring at my food. And I think she noticed because when I went to get it out of the oven she asked him "Well, my cooking's getting better, right?" And he said nothing. To which you then had the typical "Right?" "I didn't say nothin'!" "That's right, you didn't say anything!"....
Incredibly rude response on his part. I hate it when guys, or anyone, does that. If someone cooks you dinner you at least pretend it was the best possible outcome (except on that rare occassion when you have a good enough relationship and may possibly have to eat it again if you lie, or have actually been enlisted to critique the food...). Especially if you can't cook, or at least choose to never do so. And especially if this is your gf who is paying for everything because you are too lazy to get a job (I know this because I overhead her talking about it...although I guess techincally I am also helping put a roof over his head *Rolls eyes*).
And of course all this put me in a really awkward situation so I bolted to my bedroom with my food and locked to door.
Stupid boy.
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