It's me, now.
For the first 40 years we were married, the kitchen was my wife's; I just cooked outdoors.
But then she had back surgery and couldn't stand up long enough to cook anything, so I had to do the cooking.
When she recovered, she said, "You like cooking, don't you?"
I admitted that I did. She said, "Well, I hate it, so I'll make a deal, you cook and I'll clean up." And that's the way we've done it ever since. She's happy, because I'm more adventuresome than she ever was. She tended to cook the tried and true; I'm always looking for new things to try.
There are a few things that she still insists on cooking, like gravy for pot roast and chicken fried steak.