In my Grandmother’s day cooking meant mixing corn meal, buttermilk and a little bit of baking powder togther and cooking it in a oven. Prepping fresh vegetables and making biscuits from scratch.
In my Mother’s day cooking required one to know how to boil water, pop the lid off of a can and open a box.
In my Wife’s day nuking a bag of frozen vegetables in a microwave and placing premade biscuits in a toaster oven is a declining skill.
In the curremt age of the goddess cooking means eating breakfast at micky d’s, grabbing a sandwich for lunch at subway and eating dinner at pizza hut.
Or if a man really wants to know what eating a home cooked meal used to be like he can always go to Cracker Barrel.