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You look good in leathers, read sci-fi, ride a hog, like ee cummings poetry, shoot guns . . . and cook, too? My, oh, my . . . I wish I were a youngster again.
My grandma was a Catholic Basement Lady. For those who don't know, that means she was regarded to be one of the best cooks in the county. She was at her best cooking for a threshing crew on the farm, non-stop cooking from dawn to dusk, and wheat threshers never wanted to go home again.
I paid attention and learned to be a fair to middling cook, myself. So my guess is cooking is more of an acquired art than which gender does it.
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