We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Actually, at the Maggie's HQ we are fortunate to have several Personal Chefs. Among them, Thai take-out, Costco rotisserie chicken, Subway, etc. Nobody has time to cook at home more than once or twice a week these days. In olden times, at-home Moms and wives used to plan and cook dinner every night. Not so many at-home Moms these days.
My Mom used to. And she always had a cocktail ready for Dad when he got home. Usually a Gin and Tonic. After supper, we kids would do the clean up and Dad would go outside to gaze at the stars and ponder man and God and law with a beer and a smoke.
Times have changed, but not for the better. I do the cooking at least once a week, specializing in red meat and general outdoor grilling. I can also make a heck of an omelette, and lots of other things. Nevertheless, home-cookin is a form of love
I grew up in the 50's and 60's. My dad operated heavy equipment and my mom was a stay at home mom. She cooked the meals and made school lunches for my sister and I. These were sack lunches. No fancy lunch boxes for us. When we got in high school you could get rice and gravy for a nickel or dressing and gravy for a dime. The cafeteria had other things as well, but those two were my favorite. So my mom got a reprieve from making our lunches, but she still made my dad's lunch; sandwiches and hot coffee. My mom lived to 97 and my dad to 92. I'm glad we had them for so long.
The Maggie's HQ personal chef sounds a lot like the one I have, right down to the Thai take-out. They even recognize my voice on the phone when I call there, and remember to put in two extra containers of chili paste. I get two servings (for different meals) out of Thai take-out, three out of take-out pizza, and can usually make a Costco chicken last for a week of meals or sometimes more I turn it into soup or freeze it.
I think the key is to have dinner together as a family. Home cooked is best but take away is acceptable. The important thing is to communicate the day's activities and teach some manners. Meals shouldn't be a food network competition but a sharing.
We cooked at home even before we retired. My husband's job was reliably 9-5-ish, and he liked cooking. I usually got in around 8 pm and ate with him or after him, depending. We practically never had takeout. We did eat out some, but as a matter of choice, not because we couldn't fit cooking into the schedule.
Now, of course, we cook all the time, for fun.
When I was growing up, both parents worked full-time, but we still cooked and ate at home. I don't see the dilemma.
Better half practically lives in the kitchen. Italian with papers. Has been preparing dinner, mostly from scratch, five or six nights a week for 61 years. It was a good deal in the old days, but now with the kids long gone, I get to clean up her messes, which are formidable, and do dishes, which are multitudinous. I kind of envy the take-out crowd.
My husband and I both work 12 hours per day three days each week (healthcare). I love to cook and my husband is great with the grill. I didn't get married until I was 42 and I knew in my heart that it is important to cook for your husband. So for the past six years I have collected recipes we like, many of which can be frozen. I rarely make the same meal more than twice a year (unless it is grilled chicken, burgers, a little steak, etc.). I always pack his lunches and we have been shocked at the number of coworkers who comment on our lunches. They then complain at how they can't save much money but when you spend $7-9 for just one lunch each day, it adds up.
One thing that I suspect I can get away with saying easier than a man: When women started working outside the home, things began to fall apart. I'm not totally blaming women for the chaos we see in so many homes now days but it takes time and devotion and work to plan good meals and have them ready for dinner or have lunches ready to go and that is virtually impossible when you are gone from home 9-10 hours per day five days a week. The hectic, almost frantic evenings with thrown together dinners are contributing to sloppy homes, unsettled minds, anxiety, and frankly obesity. I am not sure at all that most women have come to grips with the cost of their "liberty."
I almost always have a glass of wine or a margarita or beer ready for my husband when he comes home. That and a shower and suddenly the day at the hospital seems 100 miles away.