My mother was of the era Goodweed mentioned above. Besides being a schoolteacher, she had many interests and hobbies, but cooking and cleaning were not among them. We always had a cleaning woman, but my dad worked second shifts at the coal mines, and she always made sure there was a nutritious meal on the table at noon. It really took planning, as she only got an hour off for lunch, and didn't have the convenience of a microwave or crockpot.
I learned my love of cooking and entertaining from my Grandma Snarr, and by the time I was old enough to reach the counter, I was always helping. By the time I was 14, my mother started letting me do the cooking during the summer. At first, she planned and supervised the meals, but by the time I was 16, and could drive, I was studying the grocery ads, planning the meals, doing the grocery shopping, preparing the meals, cleaning up the kitchen and packing my Dad's bucket. That freed my mother up to spend time gardening, something she loved dearly.
In return for my labors, once my chores were done, I was provided with a cute little convertible, full of gas, to run around in.
Once I left home, they started going out to eat for lunch. And after they retired, they went out to eat every night. My husband's folks did the same thing. They always hit the "Early Bird Special" at Perkin's.
We raised a grandson, and it amazed me how many of his friends virtually lived off fast food, frozen pizzas and the like. I remember one night I made seafood pasta, and E's friend asked him if we ate like that every night. E said, "Well, yes."