My mother did not like anyone else in the kitchen with her and felt it was just easier to do it herself. Something none of us particularly fought....

My senior year in high school....my mother went off on a trip and left my dad and me home. There were meals prepared (this was before microwaves).

I worked after school. One night my dad called me at work. He was trying to follow the instructions my mother had left. "Put some oil in the pan." An automotive engineer, I am sure he was looking for some crank case oil in the kitchen.

Just as sad.... I had to put him on hold while I went and asked a co-worker what I should tell him.....