When my dh & I were dating, he decided to prepare a meal to impress me and save some money. The menu was fried chicken livers, real mashed potatoes, green beans that his mother had canned, rolls, yellow cake with chocolate icing. So what if the rolls and cake weren't made from scratch, I was definitely impressed with the fact that he was cooking. I could see the 2 of us cooking together as we started a new life together, laughing and having fun as we chopped, diced, sauteed, and baked. His mother is one of those amazing cooks that throws together a meal out of what seems to be nothing but leftovers--I figured he watched her closely and learned a few things.
When we got married, he helped a little. Made some biscuits and Snickerdoodle cookies a few times, cut up some vegetables, once attempted to make a crust for a pumpkin pie which was then pressed into a pie plate because it tore to pieces as he rolled it. I think he must have a long-standing case of selective amnesia, because ladies, he doesn't remember how to prepare half what he made when he lived on his own!
So...after 26 years of marriage, he makes the coffee on the weekends and cinnamon toast on rare occasions. That's it. He does a mean takeout, though. That's nice, but I really miss him making the biscuits every now and then...maybe he could get really adventurous and fry some bacon and some eggs. Yes, there's a good cook deep down in him somewhere...he's just one that conveniently suffers from selective amnesia.