It seems like everything is getting me pissed off these days. Tonight it was the realization that the Ragin' Mrs., in her infinite ability to take what works and try to improve it, put an "ancient" salt into the spice mix I was using to make sweet Italian sausage. It's some fancy salt that tastes much saltier than regular salt. And now I have six pounds of sausage that are saltier than the ocean, that give me indigestion from eating them.
She keeps insisting that she can use them to make various dishes, but I'm about to just throw it all away and never look at it again.