Yeah, he was and not just about food. An example:
I made two egg-nog flavored cheesecakes from scratch. It was Christmas and what the hell, I really love egg-nog. I take them to work (we worked at the same place) and set them on the table for everybody. My boyfriend cuts the first piece takes one bite and spits it back onto the plate in front of everybody. "Why can't you just make regular food instead of always trying to add extra shit? This is horrible!" he says. He throws the slice away in the garbage. I am upset for the rest of the day. I'm thinking to myself maybe my cooking does suck. The next day several co-workers come up to me raving about the cheese cakes and they had eaten both of them, like scraped the dishes clean. I had at least five requests to make cheesecakes for Christmas parties and get togethers that month. It was after that I decided that he was a prick and I wasn't a horrible cook. I broke up with him before I left for Iraq and it was the best descision ever. Sorry for the E/N derail though.

