I started cooking for myself when I was 9 years old.
In the summer I'd wake up at 6:00AM and Mom let me use the electric frying pan to cook bacon and eggs. So I'd hit the kitchen at 6:00 and be fed and on my bike by 6:30.
When I moved out on my own, I just kept cooking and after working in restaurants I was better at it than my wife, so I've been doing it ever since. I'm a man of an earlier era, and I always thought it odd that a man could hold his head up without being able to feed himself.
Our fathers were helpless without a woman to feed them.