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Yesterday afternoon at about 4 p.m. I got a call from my husband. He was frazzled. He said he had no idea how to heat up the burritos we were having for dinner that night.
Knowing I would be late, the night before I prepared and fully cooked the meat and bean filling, I shredded the cheese topper, and laid out the tortillas so they were clearly visible in the fridge. The avocado sat on the chop block. I left the baking pan on top of oven, in which to heat the tortillas. Plainly obvious.
But still he was confused. Should he heat them up in the microwave? Slice or dice the avocado? How do you fold burritos?
My husband is hopeless in the kitchen. Asking him to prepare the simplest thing is like presenting him with a quantum physics problem. His brain just doesn't compute.
Does your husband ask you zillions of silly, inane, or duh! questions about cooking dinner? Does it annoy you as much as it annoys me (I mean, c'mon, honey, this is not rocket science, figure it out for yourself!)