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My mother cooked, because it was the woman's duty (even when she herself worked). Her stuff was rather bland and boring.
When my father could no longer work for health reasons, he learned to do some pretty cool things. He'd keep at some thing until he perfected it. He could make darn near anything on the grill or over a campfire and he cooked outside unless weather kept him inside.
On the whole, me and my siblings were taught cooking skills from the moment we could reach the stove, even on a chair. I could prepare an entire meal for my family (although simple) from when I was about 8. We soon learned if we wanted any choice in what was to be served, we had to take the responsibility of the meal upon ourselves.
My husband does okay with a BBQ, otherwise his best meals are made with a phone call.
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