Well this thread has gone all the way around.... but just to keep Ken laughing (while in a mood to).
A short story.... about 35 years ago when my wife and I were just getting aquainted, I made the mistake of cooking her dinner one evening. Having been a pretty good cook since about my eighth birthday, I put together a little mix of Persian and Greek cuisine which was common fare in the region of the world I grew up in. It was nothing special to me, but intimidated her to the point that she was so concerned that her cookery would wind up as dog food that it almost gave her a nervous breakdown.
Now I need to clarify that she cannot burn water... but has tried on more than one occasion, and is a passable cook. At that point we made a pact that as long as I did the cooking, she would clean up after. I'm still keeping up my part of the bargain, but she has been bit slack on her end of the agreement. I do more of the cleaning at least in the kitchen, because I would like to think that if one was to eat something that I had prepared, it would be somewhat better than a bullet to the brain.
Men belong in the kitchen at least part of the time because we are not afraid to toss things together in surprising new ways, and
if it is less than spectacular.... no one thinks less of you for the attempt.
Take Care and keep Cookin'
Doug
"what is this quintessence of dust?" - Shakespeare