Seriously, you just can't please some people!

Before I start on the forthcoming whinge, I would like to make it very clear that I love, cherish and adore Da Boy with all my heart.
But, my God, he can be SUCH a pain in the arse sometimes!
Take tonight. He comes in from work, having had a pretty rubbish day (join the club, my job is a nightmare at the moment to the point where I'm looking for another) and asks what the plan is for tea.
I, quite reasonably I feel, say there is some leftover chilli from the other night in the fridge. It's been there a few days but is still fine, so long as its heated through properly. If he's very hungry, I'll get him some bread to have with it as we only have brown rice, which takes ages to cook.
But he doesn't want chilli and especially not chilli which is a few days old. He also doesn't want bread with it.
We also have some leftover curry from two nights ago, I helpfully added, only to be met with a full on moan about my lack of providing skills right down to, the cheeky bugger, the fact I would make a rubbish mother if this is the way I provided tea for the family!
This, as you can imagine, rubbed me up the wrong way rather a bit so I stropped into the kitchen to heat up the curry and asked if he would like his bread buttering.
I almost threw the curry over his head when he began to rant about not wanting bread and how I never listen to him! So after I had slammed some rice in a bowl and stuck it in the microwave, only to once again be given grief about brown rice taking hours to cook in such a way, I stormed out of the kitchen and am now sitting here, refusing to speak to him.
Seriously, men can be SUCH knobs sometimes!!!!