I was a really lucky lady to have met him.
Every year after we got married, we would take our income tax refund check and donate it to the soup kitchens.
He volunteered to cook but, I had to stop him, cause between the 2 of us, we couldn't boil water.
I told him, to give those people a break, their life is hard enough. I remembered when he tried to make stuff manicoti, those things were so hard you could had built walls with them. And, I make 2 types of chicken, what he called, either blood chicken (this was deadly) lol, or rubber chicken. It got so bad, that the supermarkets wouldn't sell me chicken anymore. The Colonels is by far, a lot better.
He would call at lunchtime asking what's for dinner. I would say, " chicken." He would say, " blood or rubber?" I would say, " which do you prefer?" He would say, thinking... " rubber, I don't want the skitters." LOL.
If you and Bob want, I can ship some out.