During the week I live in town with a male flatmate - and if you want to see histrionics in the kitchen, just get two prima-donna males cooking together!
I love cooking - as M Ted says, there's little more satisfying than seeing people tuck into something you've prepared. And, as the cook, you get to decide how it should taste, what seasoning to use, and to taste it all the way through.
I always thought I'd like to marry a woman who could cook well, but I don't think I could bear it now. We'd be fighting over the range like a pair of bickering toddlers - "No, no no - you don't want to do it like that...!"
The mother of my children and I used to squabble over things like the best way to cook candied sweet potatoes. She'd say: "There are a thousand ways of doing it, but mine's the right one!" And I, of course, would disagree.
Quite amazing, really, how tough the human skull can be under a sustained battering from a cast-iron casserole! Still, I've now got used to having an odd-shaped head. And I get to cook all the time. Nah, nah na-nah na!