Flat Top Stove

I had an argument about the BF's flat top stove tonight.

Last night, I stopped by the store and picked up pork chops, potatoes, and garlic bread for dinner. When I got to his place, I made the chops, I whipped the potatoes, I cooked the bread. Unfortunately, the potatoes boiled over and apparently made a few little black spots on his stove. However, dinner was delicious, if I don't say so myself.

(Oh, btw, when we heard the potatoes boiling over, he looked at me, pointed, and said, what's that? No, no, don't get up now. Wouldn't want to miss a possession during the Cavs game, now, would you?!?)

However, tonight, I got yelled at because I "always make a mess" when I cook. Hmmm.

So, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little pissed. I cook so that I don't have to clean. Cleaning is his job. And, freaking give me a break - the water boiled over. It so NOT the end of the world. Oh, and btw, I WENT TO THE STORE AND COOKED THE MEAL. Shouldn't I get a little credit? (Ok, so he did say how it was a really good meal two or three times. But, that doesn't count).

When we're here, I do the cooking AND the cleaning. Why? Because my kitchen is too small and he doesn't know his way around. Blah. Learn your way around.

Think that'll be the last meal I'll be cooking for a while.