Simply put, his enthusiasms run away with him. He happens to be an enthusiastic, inveterate, incorrigible shopper. Focusing his main interests and energy on food and food products. He's as enthusiastic an eater as he is an experimenter-with food. Over his lengthy career as a hominid he has learned to bake bread, put up pickles, make marmalade, and use a barbecue in (almost) every conceivable way possible.

The end products are usually excellent. As his partner, then I have little to complain of. Except.

The thing of it is, because he is so enthused about food, about shopping, about acquiring produce and products to whet the palate and promise to rise to the occasion of expectations, he becomes what I consider to be reckless in his bold choices of foods, both quantity and quality. If something is 'on sale' it becomes instantly irresistible.

And how much is too much? Too much is more than two people can readily consume during the course of time in which that food will no longer be at full edible-and-taste-nutrition condition. When he succumbs to the allure of something on sale that is different, perhaps, or a produce that he enjoys, he more or less forgets the limitations of our refrigerator and our stomachs.

And when we have house guests, although I have pre-planned a meal schedule to my satisfaction, he will nonetheless hie himself out to the area's many supermarkets to lurk the aisles in search of 'good buys', and different, quality products that take his fancy. Should I complain? Not too often, as it also happens.

Since invariably when he brings home the bacon, he also prepares and cooks it.