...when he's a rubbish cook, but thinks he's wonderful, and gets sulky when I don't fall over myself appreciating what he cooks?
For a start, he NEVER bothers with green vegetables, unless prompted, then presents them as some great favour. Or, just before the meal is ready, asks me to do them because he's too busy being masterchef.
Today, he has misread a newspaper recipe, and thought that 2 recipes were meant to accompany each other. He got me to make one (pretty faffy) and it didn't, and wasn't meant, to go with the one he made.
De-cluttering, the never-ending process