Okay I love my husband and all but his obsession with barbecue sauce is a little off-putting sometimes.
I mean, the man puts it on EVERYTHING!
I'll spend all this time seasoning a delicious cut of meat and cooking it to perfection only to watch him massacre it with barbecue sauce.
I partly blame myself for introducing him to Sweet Baby Rays, a family favorite.
Just the same, rather than wasting my cooking, I feel like I might as well just slap a hot pocket on his plate.
It's not like he'd even know the difference under all that barbecue sauce.
On the other hand, when I do occasionally ruin dinner, I can always douse it in barbecue sauce and he'd eat it just the same.