I don't mind cooking, I just hate "having too" day in and day out. Blah. I guess it wouldn't be so hard if my DH wasn't so D*** picky.
He'll say what's for dinner. I tell him, he turns up his nose at it, and says, "what are my other choices?". This goes on for awhile. Some times I just say, where ever you take me.
I've been married for 2.5 years, and I can't remember the last meal I cooked that "I" really liked. He thinks my tastes are too bland, he even spices up whatever I'm canning so I don't like it when I'm done.
I probably wouldn't mind it so much if I could just cook what I want each night like other women, but that's not the case. I'm about ready to say I quit.
I have acid reflux, and can't do hot stuff, nor do I like it anyway.
I don't mind baking though, as long as I'm not doing it all the time.