There are multiple food items where I've bought the next one so we don't run out and he's immediately opened the new one. At present, for example, we have
3 half tubes of tomato puree
1.78 bottles of olive oil
Two packets of cheese, both left unsealed so they've dried up.
Two packs of ham, one with 1.3 slices left in it.
1.000000000000000007 litres of milk.
Add to that the determined stance that because nothing can be in the slightest way better than the cheapest possible version, we have two open packs of butter whilst anything that comes my way will have shitty spread put on them because it's too much like hard work to have to apply pressure with a knife to get real butter onto a slice of toast. And half a tub of 79p palm oil full peanut butter he's abandoned in favour of opening the large tub of posh stuff I bought because I fucking detest the taste of palm oil.
Mr I Can Eat Anything has also got half a cupboard full of dirt cheap wheat based snacks. Strangely, the month's supply of expensive gluten free snacks I bought for myself have disappeared in 6 nights.
There's also the confusion between cast iron and anodized steel or enamelled tins. The cast iron griddle was scrubbed to death, left in the sink and then shoved in a cupboard still wet and was thrown away whilst I was at work. But the others aren't washed before using again, so they have a thick layer of baked on, blackened grease on them.
Oh, and the snippy 'I thought I'd be allowed to eat my dinner first' when I suggested putting the full meal of leftovers in the fridge instead of leaving it out overnight. An hour after we'd eaten. And the washing up in 'warm' water that could give you frostbite.
I've had a good weekend cooking lovely food in a clean kitchen. He's now decided that normal service is resuming. Like fuck is it.