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My dad was the main cook at home, when I was young. He learned early (post war Europe) that if he was cooking, he would never go hungry. He later applied that (and I learned it too) to Boy Scouts & Cubs family camps. Being the first up, preparing breakfast meant that you didn't have to line up, and you got your coffee stratight away.
But he just cooked better meals than my mom (fragrant stews with spetzle versus my mother's fish sticks).
My father-in-law was also a cook - but he did it for a living at the Royal York in Toronto. He would also get up early in the morning, at home, and put on a coffee, and make his own won ton wraps from scratch.
I, myself , like to cook, and have worked as one hear and there (Holiday Inn, cruise ships, tree planting camps) and have discovered that women love it when a guy can throw together a meal. Although, last night's grilled salmon was wayyyyyy over salted.
I am in the midst of teaching my sons their way around the kitchen. My 10 yr old is quite profficient at making a tastey 2 egg omelette.
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