Thanks you ladies, gents, and assorted spouses of posters! It's definitely useful to get differing responses and perspectives.
To clarify a few issues:
Much as I'd love to post the recipe, it comes courtesy of the local supermarket! The ribs are pre-glazed by the butcher there, so all I have to do is throw them in the oven and take them out before the smoke alarm goes off.
They do taste great, though, and as there will be extra from now on (I have 4 bags of them in the freezer), I'll have some for those of you who think you'd like them! How's that?
WillyNilly - we're Aussies. Calling someone you've been married to for over 2 decades "an idiot" when a situation arises is par for the course. Especially when he IS being an idiot! (Actually I called him a "bloody idiot". Again - the Aussie vernacular expects such things and is shaped by our weird perspective on relationships
.) We normally communicate just fine, and probably better than most, but he does do weird things like this from time-to-time.
He does sometimes cook for both of us, but rarely. Generally it's each man for himself, except the couple of nights each week I am home. During the week, if I were to cook, we'd be eating at 9.30pm and he'd be starving by then! (I just grab something on the way home, or graze once I get home.)
He LOVES lamb in almost all its forms. Except, apparently, riblets. Plus, he actually goes shopping with me and watches me choose the meat for the next few weeks. So he watched me buy these things for three years as well as eating them when they were served.
Lisat - Oh My Lordy! You're freaking me out, here! I know how much work goes into good lasagne... You win!
Happy to answer any other questions. I think I've covered the points needed at this stage? If not, just say and I'll go again.