From Anonymous:

We invited a visitor to our home for dinner after his seminar. I spend the afternoon cooking up a dinner. During the dinner, the conversation drifted to food. He was telling us some delicious food he once had. Innocently, I asked him: “Do you like to cook?” He turned to me, with such a horrid expression, and said: “I don’t cook. My wife does it.”

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