Firstly DH cooks. I don't. Generally he's very good at it. I'm not.
Because I am very thankful he can cook I am always very complimentary no matter what he plonks in front of me - even if I'm not mad keen on it.
I couldn't tell him something he's slaved over in the kitchen was a bit vile because he's made the effort.
Unfortunately over the years he's come up with a rather wonky view of what I actually like and dislike. He thinks I'm not that picky but there's some things I think are jsut vile.
for example having said once that a certain fish curry he created was quite nice (it was barely edible but I ate it) he now thinks it is something special and serves it up once a fortnight.
It's my own fault but the smell is turning my stomach but Ihaven't the heart to point out that years later I don't much like it.
I'll end up eating it so not to hurt his feelings.