Somehow I missed the domestication of a housewife, despite being the last half of that word - wife.
In short summary of the above two paragraphs - I hate to cook and I hate to dust. I have the dust solved with a housekeeper.
Solving my deficiencies in the culinary department is a tad more difficult- to date I have found no one who wishes to cook two different meals 3x a day: (1) one meal in South Carolina cuisine for an underweight husband, and (2) another meal in Tex-Mex for an overweight wife.
Therefore I try, but despite my efforts I fail, miserably fail and sometimes disastrously fail. I cannot enumerate the meals that have been burnt to a crisp. Believe it or not I even burnt fudge, and I was fairly adept at candy making in my family. Of course-candy is right up my alley-sweet.
I remember scorching rice, burning canned green beans, boiling eggs dry (that is really stinky), many loaves of toast and I am sure I have forgotten some lesser foods.
Twice I have nearly burnt the house down cooking beans--the kind you hydrate, like pinto beans.
Happy Thanksgiving to one and all!!!