He is moaning that the hotpot he has just finished wasnt very tasty and he didnt like the texture of it.
He went to the shop and bought the bloody thing himself.
He chose it from the vast array of ingredients and ready meals on offer. When he brought it home I expressed surprise that he chose this meal out of all possibilities. He hates 'stews' of any kind.
He was huffy about my lack of knowledge of his tastes.
Then he went to fetch his glasses so he could read the ingredients 
He ate it begrudgingly and Im silently laughing at him .You would think a man could buy himself something actually edible wouldnt you?