For the last fourteen years I have been married to a wonderful woman. She and I have six kids. They are all wonderful in their own way and we have a fair amount of fun when we are not having to be parental.
When we got married I knew for sure two things about my wife, she had a lot of family (all Mormon) and she did not know how to cook. The former was pounded into me a few weeks before we got married and my wife took me to a major family reunion. Five hundred relatives of one Mormon ancestor. It was a lot of cowboy hats, (ugh) and camping (double ugh).
I found myself swimming upstream and drowning through most of it.
The second part came about because my wife explained that she only knew how to cook one thing well. Two if you count pancakes from a prepared mix.