I’m three-for-three on your hotty scale! Here I am, baby! Come an’ get some! (and vice versa 
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A man who can cook is sexy. However GET THE HELL OUT OF MY KITCHEN!
I’d love to let Hubby cook more often, but the voices in my head won’t let him.
That’s what I was going to come in here and say. I love to cook. If he cooks with me, the food may end up slightly strange, due to the distraction, but it’s a lot more fun.
Not only do I do all these things (and very well, I might add), but I also vacuum and take out the trash. Can I get a “rowwrrrr”?
See, my fantasy would be to permanently land a chef, like my current mad crush on Charm City Cakes owner Duff Goldman (thank you Food Network). However, unlike others, I’d have no problem whatsoever doing any and all clean up, all the time, no matter how bad the mess. In the kitchen, on the dining table or anywhere else either.
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Hopefully. 
Anyway… all of this is especially since I can’t cook to save my own life, let alone do I want to attempt to end someone else’s. I’ll leave that responsibility to the experts.
Oooh, I love men who cook. It is definitely sexy. I lust for Alton Brown.
Unfortunately, the man I married would probably burn water if he tried to boil it, so I do all the cooking in our household. Hubby is really great about doing household chores, but the only cooking he does is reheating and microwaving of frozen, prepackaged stuff.
Doesn’t do a thing for me. I love to cook. My husband has no interest in it at all. I do find it charming when he decides to bring me breakfast in bed, and it’s a toaster pastry, or a bagel with a glob of cream cheese.
My ex-husband loved to cook. I didn’t, however, care for crunchy rice, or rare chicken, or browned scrambled eggs. It was still cute when he tried, though. Just not sexy.
I would find it incredibly sexy if my husband would clean the kitchen and load the dishwasher after I cook, while I lounge on the sofa. Perhaps I should mention this to him…
Are you serious? Cooking and washing dishes makes women want to have sex with men? Seriously?
And I’ve been wasting all my time with this “sensitive” and “cool” stuff? Shit. Swing by my house tomorrow, my roommate and I will be cooking and cleaning all day.
Well, look at WHY we find it sexy. It’s sexy because it’s nurturing, it’s thinking about, planning and providing for us. It makes us realize you want to please us and take care of us. It also shows creativity, like art, it shows technical proficiency, like mechanics or engineering and, if done well, shows skills like organization and manual dexterity. In what world are those not attractive features in any person, of any gender, to any gender?
In short, it’s sexy because it’s “sensitive” and “cool”!
Me, I’d be happy if my husband would just remember that I like Chewy Chips Ahoy, not Chunky Chips Ahoy. Not because I care so much about the damn cookies, but because it would demonstrate that he’s paid attention to my likes and dislikes and is thinking about me when he’s at the grocery store. To him, they’re fucking cookies. To me, they’re a statement about my importance as a human being. And that’s why relationships are so damn complicated.
I either do prep/cleanup or the actual combining/heating. I won’t do both, for some odd reason. I actually taught an ex girlfriend how to cook, and she is STILL getting mileage out of the 5 or so simple staple dishes I taught her. That 12 FREAKEN YEARS AGO! I find that instead of main dishes, I’ve become more into appetizers and desserts.
Oh, and even when I’m the guest, I ALWAYS wash the dishes. It is just more polite that way.
According to this thread I should have the ladies knocking down my door… Thisunintentional celibecy thing is getting OLD…
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Oh, yeah, good cooks are sexy. Part of it is that being excellent at anything is sexy–whether it’s cooking, carpentry or what have you. Part of it is that, in my mind, good cook = sensual person.
I’m going to be in the minority, and say no. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a useful skill. It just doesn’t get me all hot and bothered.
On the flip side, just as a sidenote, how many men dinf a woman that can cook sexy?
I’m this kind, and it comes from being the family cook (of necessity) from the age of 9. One of my standby favorites is chicken baked a bunch of different ways – the best involves rosemary, butter, and lemon, then a cream sauce made with the remains of the baking dish. I clean up too!
In addition, I’m told I bake well. I make fudge and brownies and cookies that people beg for every year at Christmas.
But I’m not for the ladies. :smack:
Cooking and cleaning, are sexy not only because you are paying attention but because you are showing you are a caring, responsible “half of a whole”. The fact that you think to yourself, “Wow, I got up for work this morning and she not only scooped the cat litter but also took out the trash…I bet she doesn’t feel like doing dishes on top of all of that other stuff.” makes me go all gooey inside. I go gaga over responsible men. If a man can clean, take care of himself and doesn’t have to dodge bill collectors it is all I can do not to rip his clothes off of him and fellate him in the produce section of the grocery store (or wherever we happen to be.)
Hmmm. I don’t think I’m sexy. I bake my own banana bread with chocolate chips, put up my own Spiced Peach Jamm ™, and have on several New Years Eves created a completely acceptable Beef Wellington.
I cook and I enjoy it. I can clean but don’t enjoy it.
I was raised to do for myself, so I can and do.It does please me to do for others, hence the fact that when I bake banana bread ( as I am fixing to do this week ) I typically bake 8 loaves at a shot in the oven. ( 275*, 2 hours and 45 minutes. Poifection. )
I like that wimmin find a man who can do such things to be a sexy fellow. But I ain’t sexy. I’m … useful. :dubious:
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I find a man who can clean up after his own cooking sexy. Definitely prefer a man who does dishes after I cook to one who leaves the kitchen looking like several crowds of barbarians went through in order to make a paella. No matter how good the paella was, it’s not worth up to 3 freaking hours (clock-measured) cleaning after the pig who cooked it.
Are you my SiL’s mom?
SiL’s Mom was terrified when she and the husband returned home early one day, apparently trying to surprise the loveydovey couple and found my Bro cooking. “How can you let him cook!!!” “Mom, he can and I can’t!” SiL spent the 7 years of courtship trying to get her Mom to teach her how to cook to no avail. That woman is just incapable to let anybody else use her kitchen.
SiL’s parents are now living in… let me rephrase… have now taken over SiL and Bro’s house. Neither SiL now Bro are allowed to so much as make coffee.