The man can hold a grudge. In the spring, he stopped saying "no" to chickens, but didn't actually say "yes." Apparently he's still butt-hurt about that. Well, dude...I work full-time, bring in 50% of the income, have 50% of say in the house, and the wishy-washy stuff doesn't fly with me. I researched the heck out of everything, learned to use powertools, learned to load wood in my car like a pro, built an awesome, beautiful coop (by myself with no help from him) and got the dang chickens. It's about time to get over it. All summer it was all about how the birds were useless, not producing anything but poop everywhere, giant money drains, etc.... Now, the laying breeds are laying, the meat is in the fridge, he's had to lift nary a finger for any of it. Yeah, typing this out I'm getting seriously annoyed. Hahaha. Tofu parmesan it'll be, for him. Though, dang, that sounds good. I actually like tofu when it's prepared well.