It's Masterchef season again, when I can't cook a meal without it getting critiqued.
"I rate this, a 7 out of 10," says Number One, looking at the food suspiciously.
Number Two thrusts his knife inside his tofu, peers at it, and declares, "This is overcooked!"
"While we're at it," says Hubs, the vege is overcooked too. "You blanched it too long."
Fortunately for you guys, I have permanent immunity, I say.
"No," says Number Two. "There is no elimination challenge!"
The other two males nod. So I have to cook and endure daily criticism without end.