When I was young, my mom used to get on my case about not cooking. To her credit it wasn't often but sometimes she'd attempt to remind me that I should learn. For your husband's sake, she said.
There weren't many things that I was confident about in those days. I didn't know where I was going or what I was going to do when I got there. But somehow, I just knew. My husband will be the one who cooks, I declared. Oh sure, came the reply.
Sure as it is, my husband is the one who cooks. And even my mom says he's really good.
Things like this make me wonder if my mom now wonders too.