As a single dad with 50/50 custody, I cook all the time. In fact when my last girlfriend lived with us for 2 years, I still cooked 99% of the time. I enjoy it.

Yesterday I made a turkey sandwich with thick 12 grain bread, tomatoes, mushrooms (sliced thinly but piled up high), lettuce, white onions, a little bit of mayo, and this great shaved turkey that the nearest deli sells. I literally had to smash it down to get it in my mouth. (i realize it isn't cooking just 20 minutes of cutting up fixings but it is what I ate recently

I put raw white onion on everything. I love them and I have this bad habit of eating most of the onion while I'm cutting it up. And I don't do it normally, but I'm known to eat an entire white onion like an apple when my love for them is brought into question. I cry the entire time, but it's happy tears.