I am a keen cook and I believe I am a good cook - at least I used to be both. However....DH has just gone off anything I make for us - he will happily fill up with a cooked breakfast which he has to make as I refuse to lard his arteries with fried eggs, hash browns, bacon etc He eats less at lunch than he used to - we generally have home made soup a roll or bread and cheese - used to be 2 rolls now he has one or none. He will snack on water biscuits and butter in the afternoon - occasionally toast, but come evening, he puts on that hangdog look, sighs, pushes whatever round the plate and always leaves something. He doesnt want red meat, he didn't like tonight's turkey pie which he said was "dry" (i.e well filled and actually really not bad at all) but he forced it down while I just sat and tried not to show what I felt and now he is sulking upstairs. I say I am a keen cook, well I used to be, what is the point ? Communication at meals is non existent these days and I often do something on a tray in front of the TV as otherwise it is painful. I really can't be bothered to titillate his palate with dainty morsels when I feel he in totally unappreciative . It is almost as if it has become a challenge to see how little he can get away with eating. 
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I don't know why I didn't realise it earlier that year when his workmates gave him a birthday card with a picture on it of a fry up breakfast in the shape of smiley face, I remember thinking at the time, that's a bit strange, he never has a fry up!

rather than sulk.
