Why in heavens name do some people insist on telling you everything they did to the food you are eating! If I sit down to a meal I want to chat and perhaps comment on its deliciousness, discuss it maybe for a moment or two, but then move on to the next subject. But my husband won't let go of his captive audience and bores us all to tears with his trip to the kitchen. You only have to give him an inch and there he is telling us about how he chopped the coriander and made an effort to dice the red onion particularly small. Please Stop! His food is good, we all love eating it but don’t take the enjoyment away from us, by prattling on. The kids of course think he’s funny and it’s funny that I get so cross. But I suppose the plain truth is, is that I am jealous. How dare he produce good food in my kitchen especially when he only cooks once in a blue moon. Typical man.