I cook he cleans. Anytime I'm cooking he's never just sitting on the couch, he's doing something to make our house better. I'm not slaving away in a kitchen while he barks orders at me to have the dinner on the table when he comes home from work. It's not even remotely like that.
I also get an odd thrill when he RAVES over what I've made. I realize I'm always just following a recipe, but it makes me feel proud. This proudness is a feeling I honestly didn't know I was capable of, but it's cool. I dig it.
(I also sometimes break my arm patting myself on the back over my own cooking, but that's neither here nor there)