Fuming Friday

I've decided that Fridays are going to be short rants about boyfriends/dates/guys that leave you fuming for a bit. Because the dating world is not really all laughs, there have been things that really made me mad. Feel free to share yours; I don't think I have enough for every Friday. But here's my first sound off:

"Undeserving Enchiladas"

I make really good enchiladas. My recipe is based on what my sister makes, but I'm thinking these enchiladas are for the ladies only.

In her first 6 months of marriage, my sister's husband had the audacity to complain that they were having enchiladas again for dinner. They both work, yet she was the primary dinner-preparer and he complained about what he was served. I was livid hearing the story and said I would never put up with that. And then, I asked for her simple, tasty recipe.

Flash forward about 4 years and I am making dinner for my boyfriend. This is the first time I've really cooked for him; pie and cookies don't quite count. I'm making my enchiladas; they are not too difficult, they are delicious, one of my best dishes and I thought he'd like them.

First, he shows up over an hour late. Hello! When a lady is making you dinner, you come on time. Or...if you are late, you come bearing flowers to apologize for the bus/train/stupidity- whatever!

To be fair, he did bring beer because I said that would be great if he brought beer or wine. He brings Coors Light. This is my absolute least favorite light beer. And, I usually only drink Bud Light out at a bar because a)we have been drinking other things all night and this is my end drink or b)we are drinking lots of beer for the night and pitchers are cheap/mugs are $1 etc. So...he's at strike two being late and bringing yucky beer.

To be fair, he complimented the meal, but goes "I didn't realize you were cooking these. I thought it would be something like out of a box." That was the last straw, strike three. I was not in the mood to share my favorite dinner with him anymore.

So now I make enchiladas just for me and sometimes bring in the leftovers for my coworker because she loves and appreciates them.


*One final note: There is a fantastic book called I Loved, I Lost, I Made Spaghetti about a woman cooking for boyfriends and cooking when she is single. I highly recommend it.