Oh my goodness. The exact same situation exists at my house - I finally gave up and let him cook too. He would do the same thing to me while I was cooking - beef stew would turn into a huge ordeal with exotic vegetables and perfectly trimmed beef...that's too funny that you have a gourmet husband too. (I hate cooking as well.)

My mother started teaching me to cook when I was 5. She feared I'd grow up to be an old bachelor and have to fend for myself. So yeah, I like to cook ... but without someone to eat it the joy is really lost.

-G

I burned sweetcorn once. Seriously. I was boiling sweetcorn and I fell asleep only to wake up and find the house filled with smoke.

"Michael," a particularly witty housemate later commented, "I wouldn't trust you to make me a salad. You are the anti-chef."

The sweetcorn incident was seven years ago. Sadly, my culinary skills have improved little since.

I am the exact same way. I will never be little Miss Suzie Homemaker, whipping up delicious treats in the kitchen. If I have a recipe, I'll be fine, but as for coming up with culinary delights, forget it.

Let me put it this way...in Home Ec class I burned no-bake cookies. I'm completely serious. I'll tell you the story, if you want...later. :-/

Man, I wish my boyfriend knew how to cook. I mean, really cook- be creative and all that.