Michelle: DAMNIT! I’m HUNGRY! We don’t have any snacks! Why don’t we have anything to eat?! This is ENTIRELY your fault. Because you do the grocery shopping. Alone. Entirely unassisted by me.
Michael: It’s because I don’t trust you to get healthy food.

…and Michael wins again.

(Since it’s not necessarily obvious, we go grocery shopping together. I choose the food and he comes along to entertain me and pick up things like chicken and fish, because handling even wrapped packages squicks me out, and I spend the rest of the trip rubbing my hands on my pants trying to “clean” them.

Also, Michael claims to hate vegetables and could happily live on peanut butter sandwiches.)