As a kid I found it annoying that my Dad would critique me about how the food was at the end of every homemade meal.  Now the tables are turned and I’m the one in the kitchen where I find myself constantly pestering my dining companions in the same way. 

Most people who don’t like to cook themselves probably find my unfailing after dinner critique tiring - but here, my friends, is the explanation.  Good ol’ fashioned, post mortem style improvement.