My dad was an awesome cook. He had been a chef in the air force when he was a young man, so learned a lot from there. He also grew up in a very Italian household (as did Mom) so he learned how to cook from an early age. My mom did most of the every day cooking, but my dad was a great "supervisor"
--used to drive Mom nuts.
--used to drive Mom nuts.

He didn't really begin housework until Mom went back to work when I was in highschool).
He did most of the cooking because my mom was sick for most of my childhood and teen years. She could cook too, but my dad could make just about anything. He made some awesome homemade bean dip, soups, his own spaghettin sauce, pies, whatever. He died when I was 21, so I don't know too many of his recipes, but I have managed to make a few from memory.

If he knew you were coming over, he had more time to plan and you'd get a very elaborate meal.