Okay, today was the last straw.
I have decided to start fending for myself at dinnertime. Carl just isn't looking out for my interests.
Our arrangement is, Carl does the grocery shopping on Sunday after work, and makes dinner most days. I'm a very inconsistent cook, and he's picky. He feels it's not a "real" meal without meat, and our budget is such that we're on the "poor folks' diet" of starches and canned veggies. By contrast, I'm a total omnivore, and was raised with a very healthy appreciation for fresh vegetables. And I'm type 2 diabetic with high cholesterol.