I would agree that our good friend Jake just spelled his ultimate doom by INFERRING that he somehow controls his spouse in the respect to "where's my dinner".

I prefer cooking my own meals, as I can verify that
(1) I washed my hands and the cooking utensils (think of the French toast scene in "Road Trip")
(2) I am not using squirrel, roadkill, or three year old eggs (unless I want to)
(3) I like "real" ingredients - butter (not that crap Fabio pimps), bacon (anything that says "turkey" on it is just lying to us), biscuits (please, you think that crap in the refrigerated section could even THINK of passing off as a biscuit?). Low fat is for (sentence enhancer). If you've got issues, just don't eat as much.
(4) I think I am on par with the average chef.
(5) WHEN I decide to give society the finger and live on a 50 cat sailing the trades, I needed to learn to make bread, beer, and a decent dinner for myself (the essentials, you know)