Its Eatable?!?!!!!

Where do I start with this one?? I guess I'll backtrack a couple of days so I can give you a bit more insight as to what is happening. A few days ago, my father and I cooked. In the kitchen. With real food. I.E. My dad and I did something normal together! It was weird. It wasn't a situation like when my dad and I normally are in the kitchen together ["farzad, (insert command here)!!!!x10] but it was more like "let me show you how to make this dish". VERY out of the ordinary. I actually really learned how to make persian rice and these little meatballs and it was cool. That's the end of that. Let's get the optimistic look out of our eyes and cut to today, I came home early [I didn't go to work since I had an orthodontist appt and school all day] and I made dinner. I made penne pasta with a tomato-cream cheese sauce that had fresh tomatoes, onion, garlic, oregano, basil, redpeppers, etc. And also shrimp. It came out really good (I think). As soon as my dad heard that I made dinner, I feel like he immediately started to have a sour attitude about it. I wasn't too keen on it at first but when he saw the plate and asked "what's this?" with that "you-expect-me-to-eat-that" tone and a "make-me-something-better" look, I knew I was about to turn in to effing Mt. Vesuvius up in this motha'! . Before even tasting it, he piled on more pasta. You would think that that would be a good thing, right?! WRONG!!! He took one bite.......and then another..........and one more before I asked him what he thought. Want to know what he said?? First there was a grunt and then this......."Its eatable, I guess". WHAT THE ****?!?! Did he reeeealllly just say that to me. I don't know about you but that was like a MAY-JAH insult. I would have so preferred that he told me what the dish needed or how I could have improved on it but no. "Its eatable" was all I got. Actually, I lie. That wasn't his only response to it. About 20 minutes later [after he ate the entire serving] he came to my room and asked me to make him a sandwich. I told him "why do you want a sandwich? You just ate all that pasta" he said "I didn't like that pasta. Go make me a sandwich" [Take a few minutes and then close your mouth........I was in as much shock as you are]. Seriously??! Seriously. SERIOUSLY?!? Oh no you di-dnt!! Yo nigga Far-Shniqua's 'bout to roll up in here and drop a house on yo ungrateful, wicked behind! Who da heeelllll does he think he is? Dissin me and then expecting me to make him a sandwich? Nigga please! Needless to say,I told him no. For two reasons: 1) ummmm, you just told me you hated the dinner I already prepared for you and 2) you just ate a HUGE portion of pasta that was just "eatable" and you STILL want a sandwich? Back it up, Chunk. Ya don't neeeeeed no mo' food. So there's is the story concerning the progress in getting my dad to let me go to culinary school. How do you think its coming along?

Sweet Dreams Bitches,
FF
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