Raw chilli.
So if I make spaghetti Bolognese, he'll insist on chopping up a raw chilli to sprinkle on top.
If I make chilli, he'll chop up an extra one.
Tonight he's complaining that there is no chilli to chop up with his meatballs and pasta.
It really gets on my tits. It feels like he's complaining about my food by default. It's ungrateful.
He'll also walk over and put extra salt in it.
He has a go at DC if they don't like what's for dinner - but this is the exact same behaviour.
Permission to rub chilli and salt in his face.