How Can Making Dinner Be So Wrong?

So every once in a while (and I mean once in a while) Erik has this brilliant idea to make dinner. He opens up a recipe book, goes to the grocery store and creates an amazing meal for the family. Now rationally I know that I am very lucky to have a husband that helps out like this and takes the burden off of me once in a while. But for some reason it never plays out quite like this. I begin getting defensive. I feel as if he is trying to say that I am not a good enough wife and should have already made such a delicious meal. I do cook but it is rare that I pull open a recipe book like he does. I am great with Mexican night, throwing some burgers on the grill and easy chicken and rice dishes. My meals are edible and no...