My wife, the famed SWMBO (She Who Must Be Obeyed, for you newcomers), has left the cooking to me for several weeks. I've had some successes, more than a few failures but I have learned to make whole wheat bread (in the bread machine) pretty good.
And that's a pretty big "but". SWMBO has been cooking for 60 years and she does it instinctually, which is to say she doesn't look at recipes very often, she just cooks. And it turns out fantastic, without any of that beauty queen business I have to go through in the kitchen. I watch in amazement and think "how does she know how to do that?" But as she says, she's been doing it for 60 years and things just stick after you've done them a trillion dozen times.
So she cooked tonight. A pork roast, mashed sweet potatoes, sauteed apples, a salad. Pretty basic. Except what she tossed together in an hour or so would have taken me until the middle of next week. And it still wouldn't have been as good.
So, I can brag a bit about my delicious meals. But if I really want one, nothing is better than Mama's home cooking. Thank you, dear one, for many, many, many good meals.
(Now if I could just get rid of this spare tire around my middle . . .)