OK, yes, that's a hideous phrase but honestly, he is pushing me to as yet undiscovered areas of my psyche.
He is Spanish, lived here most of his life and retired to Spain with MIL 6 years ago.
Currently they are here for Christmas, been here a week and will be going some time in January.
So far he has announced that The English are obsessed with America, that we have no identity of our own, no cuisine to speak of, our schools are laughable, our weekly rubbish collections are 'backwards'.
The Scots (my mother) are tight (ooh, original), alcoholic (my family barely drink at all) egomaniacs.
I deal with it by ignoring mostly but have been broken by, of all things, Goose fat!
He saw some in the kitchen last night and asked what it was for, I said that at Christmas I do the roast potatoes in it. (TBH, I dont know why I do, I just do) He then commenced a massive, and very arsey, rant about the Brits having no idea about food, that olive oil was the best thing to use 'that's what we always use in my country'. Goose fat is unhealthy (true, but if we're going down that route then surely he'll be expecting boiled potatoes with his (unbasted) turkey??
The fact is, it has nothing to do with the healthier option, it is because it is not a Spanish thing and he massively resents anything that he cant skew to being about his country.
Even sodding potatoes
Oh, and to top it off his general cultural angst only really gets going from the second week of visits onwards.
Oh farkin' joy