This is why men don't cook here

So having a Kiwi for a father is problematic in many ways, today i'll focus on one and the lead on effects of that...

So Kiwi's like lamb, i say lamb and not sheep with lamb being of course dead sheep, let's keep it clean people... anyway the idiot (that would be my father for those of you who are having trouble keeping up) picked up some lamb shanks on the weekend at Coles because apparently they looked lonely.
Now I do all of the cooking around here, remenants of when I was young and stupid and fell into the job, but one of the few things that i do not cook is roast, of any kind, i hate it, it's slow it's boring but requires a lot of attention.
So upon spying afore mentioned lamb shanks in the trolley i steadfastly refused to cook them.
Now the idiot has wednesday's off so it was suggested he could cook them then because most likely myself, and my mother would be working and since he would be doing nothing and never cooks he could cook. Lately he has taken to criticising my cooking so personally i like this idea after never really being nominated to do the cooking and having come back from Melbourne and stepped back into the role.
Continuing on he had spied a recipie for lamb shanks in the paper a couple of weeks ago which he wanted to cook today, but did he get the recipie out of the paper? No, I did it for him. Does he know where said recipie is? No, did he look for it? No.
So at Coles they have slow cookers on special, $49 for a sunbeam which i think is quite good, and as a daughter of someone who likes slow cooked food i thought it would be mighty nice of me to buy idiot features one so he could cook his lamb shanks and various other casseroles in it. Yes i know I am a credit to daughter's everywhere.
I also bought a lamb shank recipie mix in case (as i had every thought was the case) he neglected to look for his lamb shank recipie and therefore had no idea what was needed.
Now he was going out this morning for a doctors appointment, at 10, he knew we like to have dinner at say 7ish because i have to get to work at 8 and if he had bothered to check the recipie mix he would see that it requires 8 hours cooking. So did he start dinner before he went to the doctors? Of course not.
Naturally he gets home and asks me what is required even though he knows that I am in no way responisble for this meal.
Now he knows that it is a slow cooker meal, that generally means it takes a long time to cook, usually with slow cookers people put them on in the morning before they go to work so they're ready when they get home, apparently my father is not one of the many people who know this.
Regardless he begins to cook and starts to brown the shanks even though it's not neccessary but only creates more dishes which he will not deal with. I point this out to him and am told that he knows because he can read.
He then asks if the shanks need to be seasoned and i tell him that since he just pointed out to me that he can read surely he should know... apparently that didn't go down too well since i was then unceremoniously thrown out of the kitchen...
But it is for this very reason, that he gets all snooky, that he doesn't cook more and that i do it simply to keep the peace.
Oh Lord let dinner time come quickly and end painlessly...