My husband cooks 95% of the time. When I was first pregnant, I couldn’t handle the smells involved, so it came in handy that he was already the best cook.
I bake, when there is baking to be done, and I cook if the mood strikes me. Don’t get me wrong - I can cook, and I’m pretty good at it, but he prefers it.
Me, mostly. I ask him to cook about once a week, since I’m home after eight at least three nights a week, and he almost never makes dinner for the two of us. If I don’t prepare something in the morning that he can just stick in the oven, he eats leftovers and lets me scrounge, heh. I ask him to cook once a week, but he refuses to be able to cook anything other than chili, “hot dish” (translation: home made hamburger helper… noodles, ground turkey, tomato sauce, various and sundry seasonings), or red sauce from a jar over pasta. Period. He did pull off a really nice puttanesca sauce from one of my recipes last night though, and I was pleasantly surprised when I walked in the door at eight thirty.
I cook for us typically Saturday, Sunday, Tuesday, and Friday–those are the nights I’m home early enough to have dinner (nearly) on the table when he walks in. The other days I will try to get something together in the mornings, or we eat leftovers, or he makes one of his three dishes, heh.
It all works out pretty evenly though, because I really love to cook, and he really loves to wash dishes 
. Plus, he does most of the really mundane cleaning, like vacuuming, which I would do roughly once a decade if I happened to remember. He’s kind of a neatnik, and I’m kind of… not. We work well together because he likes good food (my forte), and he’s really good at holding down the oceans of clutter that seem to follow me around the house, heh.
Me, virtually always. Mr. MLS hates anything to do with food preparation. He finds it icky. He won’t even stay in the room while there’s raw meat around. Occasionally, especially now that he’s retired and I’m not, he will actually make himself a sandwich. Once he tried to hard boil an egg, but he burned it by leaving it on the stove for about a half hour.
I don’t mind; I like to cook. I hate to do any kind of yard work. Guess who does 100% of the yard work? As Tim Allen once said, what are men for? Yard work and vehicle maintenance.
Now, if we could only figure out who should clean the house, since I also hate that and am no good at it, and he doesn’t mind but always has more interesting things to do.
When we were first married and while we were DINKs, Deb did most of the cooking. That amounted to about three meals a week, while I did, perhaps three meals a month. (We had odd and conflicting schedules, so there were a lot of times we did not eat together.) Once we got the kids, I decided that I was not going to be the stereotypical Dad-always-microwaves-the-prepared-foods kind of guy, so on the nights that I had child-watching, (our schedules were still mis-matched for several more years), I usually made it a point to cook a real dinner. After a while, Deb decided that I was welcome to take over all the cooking–which I pretty much have.
**Rhiannon8404 ** and I split the cooking up pretty evenly. It mostly depends on what we are eating on any given night; certain dishes are “hers” and certain ones are “mine”. She is much better with the “grab whatever is in the fridge and make something yummy out of it” method than I am. I can follow any recipe, but I don’t do well at making up dishes.
Back when I was married, I was the one that did all the cooking. I was and still do bake, do canning etc. We had agreed back when we were dating that whover didn’t cook, did the dishes. All I can say to that, is thank god I owned a dishwasher, because I usually did both.
Everyonce in a while she’d cook, but then her daughter would tease her saying she liked my cooking better than hers (even if it was a can of ravioli dumped into a bowl and nuked 
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Jonathan Chance
Hey, are you me???
That’s how it is in our place, and Lady Chance’s statement sounds like a vertatim quote of my girlfriend’s take on it! (She’d add “And it only takes a few minutes to eat and then you’ve got to do the dishes, what’s the point?”)
I usually do the night-time cooking, since I get home from work first. Sometimes, she’ll offer, but she’s so busy with school AND work that I prefer to do the fun cooking. I wash dishes, she dries and puts them up.
Yay!
I do, because 1. I’m stay-at-home mother, so it’s kinda my job, and 2. if I relied on Mr. Purl to cook, we’d be eating Hamburger Helper, overcooked omelettes, and take ‘n’ bake pizza almost exclusively. Yuck.
I do the cooking for my boyfriend and me. This was scary at first, and can still be at times; but I’m learning (and I’m finding I really enjoy it). I started out doing stuff like burned Red Baron Pizza and takeout Chinese, but I have since progressed to things like empanadas, scallops in lemon-paprika sauce, and crab and swiss cheese quiches.
The thing is, I don’t eat too much of what I cook, but I get a kick out of feeding my boyfriend. I also like that 1950’s housewife deal of wearing an old-fashioned apron and bringing tasty piping-hot dishes to the table. What do I cook for myself? Eggs, and endless salads, and lunchmeat. Hee. Some things never change.
MaxBabe is definitely the cook of the household. It’s not that I’m a bad cook, it’s just that I’m a boring cook. And, push come to shove, I’d spend so much time contemplating the recipe we’d never eat. MaxBabe just throws stuff together until it looks right and somehow produces a magnificent meal.
On occasion, I do cook - simple stuff like Max’s Magic Carbonara, or Max’s Magic Chilli, but often she’ll take over while I’m in the middle of cooking. I’ll find myself standing in the kitchen watching her do it all, wondering WTF just happened… “Hmm, I’m sure I was cooking just a minute ago, now MaxBabe’s doing it… what happened there? Did I step into a parallel universe?” I find myself offering to help cook the meal I was in charge of just a few minutes ago! She usually shoos me away!
Ahh, such is life. I’ve long given up having any pretensions of being allowed to cook. I don’t mind, I guess. We share the dishwashing duties.
Max.
I would say that I cook dinner 90+% of the time. Mrs Coil is a university teacher and often has classes in the evening so she’ll be tired when she gets home.
No problem for me since I generally enjoy cooking food.
Gay male household here. I cook over 90% of the time. When he wasn’t at boarding school, my boyfriend was raised with servants around to do the manual work, so he doesn’t have much of a clue on household matters. So unless I want badly cooked food prepared under questionable hygiene, I step into the kitchen.
It’s mildly frustrating, but he eagerly helps out if I tell him what needs to be done, plus he’s willing to learn, so I can’t complain.
Married, I work, my wife stays home.
I cook most of the time – say, about 80% of the meals we eat at home. Not through any set agreement, just that she won’t feel like cooking, and I won’t feel like eating out, so I have to cook. Except when her parents visit, then she has to be the one cooking, and I’m not allowed (I don’t think she wants them to think that I ever cook).
I do okay, but when she cooks, she’s generally better at it, and cooks a wider variety of dishes than I do.
Male here. I do all the cooking- Mrs Cicero is not adventurous when it comes to recipes- and we have a nice balance. Only two at home now (apart from the worthless cat) so I cook and do the dishes and she irons. It’s a good mix. Worthless cat caught a mouse about 5 years ago.
Mrs. Alessan does about 95% percent of all our cooking.
In my defense, let me note that:
a. She used to be a sous-chef in the Russian Tea Room.
b. She loves cooking - says it relaxes her.
c. She doesn’t want me touching her knives.
d. I do all the dishes (we don’t have a dishwasher).
I cook, she cleans (even if we don’t have a dishwasher).
She bakes, I sharpen my knives.
MrsB and I are both very capable in the kitchen, and we enjoy having people over to enjoy our cooking.
I cook, he cleans. I am planning on teaching Mr. Lissar how to make mac’n’cheese soon.
He is totally uninterested in cooking, and I like it a lot. He can keep himself alive, but can’t cook anything I’d want to eat.
Does that sound horribly critical? What I mean is, he lacks any cooking experience, or knowledge of what foods go together well and how to combine flavours, and he’s not interested enough in food to really want to learn. I’m going to try to teach him a few basic unvaried recipes for nights when I’m too tired to cook.
burundi and I do about equal amounts of food prep. Let’s see, this week we’ve had a Swedish rice pudding with raspberry coulis (which I made); fried green tomatoes (which she made); and salad with greens and carrots from the garden which she picked and with pickled onions that I made, and I arranged the salad. We both enjoy making food, and we both enjoy feeding good stuff to our loved ones.
Daniel
That sounds wonderful! Can you share the recipe, please?