By gad, that would be a delightful cookbook to have.

Wouldn't it just?! I recall a cartoon in the New Yorker a few years ago where this housewife is crouching beside a pile of laundry with a lit match in hand + comments to her friend, "I'm matching his socks."

Imagine the uproar if this was HOW TO COOK YOUR WIFE!

Ah yes, P.C. would rear it's ugly head. How far we have regressed, even in the middle ages they had a little ditty that most know.
Tis known from here to Minander,
What's sauce for the goose, is sauce for the gander.