The Pre-Dinner Daily Fight

So every single day my dad makes dinner for the 4 of us (which is usually 6 days a week), there's always some huge fight about what he made, how we all like it different, and in the end, no one ends up eating it except for him (and sometimes Motherness) because it's made wrong.

I don't eat Italian food of any sort, onions, meat, Mexican food containing salsa, tomato products of any sort, pasta, breakfast foods, sandwiches (Unless I make them), chili any type of cheese that isn't American (And if so, very thin sliced and no more than 1 slice un-melted), cooked peppers, anything that resembles hot dogs, mustard, or anything fried.

Now despite the list being posted on the fridge, there's usually more than 1 of the above things in whatever he's making. So I refuse to eat it, and he starts yelling how I'm ungrateful for him making me food, to which starts a huge battle.

And to make matters worse, EVERYONE likes their food slightly different. Cooked longer, seasoned less, and made to specifics.

...Truthfully, I HATE when other people cook for me now. I like making my own food because it's always made exactly the way I like... and nothing I don't like ever touches it.

So yeah.