My daddy was the one who cooked in my household. My grandad used to try call that shyt out when we was kids on some slick shyt lol. “Who does the cooking at yalls house?” Me and my sister would always respond with, “my daddy”
He was the better cook. My mom can cook some good mac and cheese, but my dad can’t be messed with in the kitchen; back then and even today. Now, my mom keeps the house spotless. Even today, when I go home to visit, my room is always ready and spotless. Tells me to bring mine and my daughters clothes home so she can wash them. She’s got me spoiled