With cooking in general, I do get grief from the wife, and that also gets under my skin.
She can't cook, doesn't cook, has no interest in the kitchen whatsoever, which is fine, because I'd sleep in the kitchen if I could. I live to cook and to eat and to drink. Match made in heaven, right?
When I cook, I think it's a fair trade off that she at least help with clean-up, but she complains that my cooking style leaves too much of a mess. On the rare occasion when she'll make something for dinner (from a box or a can), then she's very big about saying, "I cooked. You're cleaning up!"
It's about the only thing, after being together over 28 years, that we ever get in an argument about. The problem is, I could be an ass and stop cooking at home, but I can't stand pre-made stuff and eating out usually is subpar.