I don't know what has gotten into the man but all of a sudden he is in need of explicit instructions when it comes to food 
What are we eating? Where are the tins? What do you put into this dish? Where is the spaluta?
He seems to have lost any ability he had to think independently or use Google. He was fine last year. What on earth is this sudden helplessness?
I, of course, am doing the mature thing and hiding upstairs in the bedroom while he stomps around and slams kitchen cupboards.