Me, calmly: Would you mind feeding the kids so I can finish this?
...10 minutes later...
Me, noticing the kids are not being fed while Darling is watching TV: Would you please feed the kids while I finish this? It has to get done.
Darling: Got it.
...15 minutes later...
Me, filthy from the job I'm working on, seeing the kids aren't getting fed: Honey, would you please feed the kids? I can't leave this right now.
Darling: What? I don't know what they want to eat.
Me: How about grilled cheese or cereal or sandwiches? Ask them.
Darling: I don't know what they want to eat. What do they want to eat? When will you be done? Why did you even start this now when you knew they'd be hungry?
Me: I'm doing this because you asked me to get it done today. You told me it needed to get done today and because we're trick-or-treating later, it has to get done now. Please feed the kids. Offer them cereal or grilled cheese or PB&J. Please feed them. Get them started and they can help make whatever they choose. They're hungry and starting to melt down.
Darling: What do they want to eat? I don't know what they want to eat.
Me: SERIOUSLY? ASK THEM! Give them a couple options and ASK THEM. Feed the kids, PLEASE!
Darling: You really have anger issues.
Yeah. I obviously have serious anger issues.