My wife, bless her heart, tries to cook, but she missed that bus. She cooks what she calls "chopped steak"; it's hamburger patties in beef broth that she bakes until they are like chewing shoe leather. And to make matters worse, she cooks mashed potatoes as a side...her recipe starts and ends with using instant mashed potatoes. After being married 20 years, and me making recommendations on how she could make it better, I've learned to shut up and smile at her as I'm choking down a piece of leather with tasteless mashed potatoes. And that's one of her better meals. Her feelings got hurt once when she asked the girls if they would rather her cook or me and the girls answered that they like my cooking better.