When I was married, I did a lot of the cooking. My wife was an outstanding baker. Me, not so much. But, I can cook. Baking and cooking are different animals. We also cooked together pretty well, with me often focusing on the meats, and her on the sides. As long as I had my things to do, and she had hers, we were great in the kitchen. We did not do well collaborating on one item, because we had very different ways of cooking. Bakers measure every farking thing, and cooks tend to wing it. After a while, she learned to not watch me cooking, and just trust it would taste good.
She also didn't mind cleaning the kitchen, but hated yard work, so we had a pretty balanced trade off there. I would cook, and she'd do most of the cleanup. In exchange, she never got her hands dirty outside.
CD