Kiss the Cook's Ass

It still tasted good...

Since the past couple of days have been so rainy and cold I thought I would make a Hopkins' favorite - Vegetable Soup and Cornbread.  Everything started out fine...I unload the groceries, put food away, and started browning the beef, got out the bowls, started the cornbread, did everything...all while Tad looked out the window aimlessly at his putting green, muttering about it being to wet outside to go mow.  I rolled my eyes and continued on.  I guess when he realized there was no way for him to be able to do his "Man's Work" outside, he thought he would start giving orders in the My kitchen.  The conversation went a little like this:

Tad -  Are you browning the meat in the big pot? (while clearly looking at me browning it in a different pot)
Me - Yes.
Tad - No you aren't, that isn't the big pot.
Me - No shit duh...then why are you asking?
Tad - You should have just browned it in the big pot.  That way you mess up less dishes.
Me - You don't even do the dishes!!! (voice is begining to shrill at this point) Why do you care?  Go away Please leave me alone
Tad - SSSSEEEEENNNNSSSSSIIIIIITTTTIIIIIIVVVVVEEEEEE [the word sensitive drug out to into a five second phrase]
45 seconds later...
Tad - You are burning the meat...are you paying attention?

Me - It's not burnt! (it's clearly burnt...) 



Yummy Yummy!

Tad - ::continuous blabbering:: BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH

I pretty much stopped paying attention after this...All that I know is that when he left the room I went and hid all the Whoopie Pies I made today in the freezer.  When you insult me in the kitchen one thing is for sure...you ain't getting no whoopie tonight!