Me: Oh no. What did you buy now?
[As in, how many toaster ovens do we need?]
SH: I didn't buy anything. But those black beans you made? I cooked them for another three hours.
SH: Because I don't like beans that are so - so - so beany!
Me: What do you mean, "beany?"
SH: I like them cooked down and mushy, not recognizable as individual beans.
Me: Oh for pete's sake.
SH: Why didn't you cook them down to mush? Don't you know that's how I like them?
Me: I can't keep track of all your food rules.
SH: Haven't you noticed that I only like beans when we go to a Mexican restaurant and they are cooked down?
SH: How can you not notice?
Me: Like I said, it's too much to keep track of.
SH: Taste them. I think they're better.