I once told my friend I couldn't get married till I had mastered the laws of niddah, knew how to cook, drive and put contacts into my eyes. My friend argued with me. "Niddah, contacts, cooking and driving does not take that long," he stated, "and technically you could get married without knowing how to put contacts on or drive yet and the super-cooking skills you are looking for."
"I know how to make toast," I dryly responded. "Surely my future husband doesn't want to live on toast for the rest of his life?"
My friend informed me that he was certain my future husband would not mind living on toast. I laughed.
However, to my fabulous repertoire of toast, omelettes, casseroles and quiches I can add the following triumph...chicken soup! Matza ball soup, really. I made it myself from scratch and it tastes awesome. So take that. Chana can cook if she wants to. Alas, my friend would probably roll his eyes and say, "Why is that a surprise? Of course you can do anything if you want to."
Here's my beautiful chicken soup on the stove: