Once upon a time, Tito Mboweni would post a whole chicken with enough garlic to kill vampires from here to Jupiter around this time, only to post it falling off the bone marrow at 23h17. Then an empty plate by midnight.
I find it endlessly amusing when men expect a level of domestic labour from me that I don't even do for myself. If I haven't built my own life around cooking every single day, what exactly makes you think you'll be the exception?