I have to praise DBH's cooking to the skies once a week, when he cooks (and uses every pot and pan we possess). If I don't, he sulks. Occasionally it isn't great, so I am less effusive but still thank him, because I know how long (of course I do!) it takes to cook a meal from scratch, and how much work and thought goes behind it. However, he barely acknowledges my meals. DS on the other hand, is very grateful and always thanks me. He says that DBH has grown to expect meals of a high standard and doesn't know how lucky he is, having been to friends' houses for tea. In other words, I am taken for granted in that area. I know I am. I could get very annoyed about it.
But I don't, because DBH is actually very kind and considerate in other areas. Irritating though I find his lack of show of appreciation verbally, he buys me lots of little things he thinks I might like when he is out, brings me tea and coffee every morning and when he isn't at work, takes me wherever I want to go for days out, and never queries how much I spend. So I tend to think, he may not say much, but there must be something about me that he likes!