My father is better than my mother. My uncle is cooking so he is invited to open a restaurant. Brother is constantly mastering some excellence and soon will stop entering the door not only in height, but also in width. The husband does not prepare such a large range of dishes, but those he knows - perfectly, he also bakes candy on holidays, so that when I am on a business trip, the wolves are whole, and the children are full... And these men at work, like everyone, "strictly strangled ballayks and burned with a cross", rather than baking cakes. So whoever really wants is looking for a way, and whoever does not want is looking for a reason. Enough of nuts.