Good thing I love him.

[nwhiker]

My spouse is trying to make a recipe for baked beans on the smoker. He decided to use some dude's recipe.

We were supposed to soak the beans last night.

Perry and dh forgot.

OK, fine. We used Perry's InstantPot, even though I loathe pressure cookers with a passion usually only reserved for the GOP.

We got snippy because nobody knew how to use the damn thing. I know how to use a standard pressure cooker, not this thing.

Then, after the beans were cooked to hell and back (sigh...), we made up the sauce for the baked beans.

It was a stop and go process with me snaping several times at dh because he wasn't quick enough on the next ingredient. WTF? And he'd come over to add something or some such, and I'd say what next and he'd have to back to his computer. WTF? You should be able to keep two ingredients in your head, right? How hard is to read a fucking recipe and let me know what and how much and what we need to add?

Plenty hard, it seems. Legit.

The recipe was video only, and not linear. However, instead of listening through and writing down what was needed on a piece of paper, dh was trying to glean the info from listening to the guy, and having to jump back and forth to find bits that weren't in the linear order.

I stopped snarling. He should have written it down, but eh, I get what happened better.