Annsixty I sympathise. My husband & I live apart in different towns but we visit. Recently, fed up of only being valued for my apple pies and ginger cakes, and having my spinach & feta pie sneered at I refused to go to the other house when one of our sons and his family were visiting, because I think he only wanted me there to cook and make beds. He rang me up, all nervous, saying, "What am I going to feed them on?" I think he realised for the first time in 51 years of marriage the anxieties and work involved in catering for the family. I have married friends who seem obsessed with food. One phones me up in advance of a visit to enquire what the menu is! And I'm a good cook: WHEN IN THE MOOD, which is not often these days. Man does not live by bread alone!