Seriously... Do I Look Like I Can't Cook?

While talking to a family member this holiday season, (let's call her Jane Doe) I've been given the impression that she doesn't think I know how to cook. She'll even argue with me over making pancakes, because she wants to make them rather than try mine. (Which are FABULOUS, as a matter of fact.)
So she really has no idea whether or not I can cook at all. She's never dared to try my gourmet skills, so I find this highly annoying, though petty.

Now, see. When I was a teenager, my parents both worked 3rd shift. On weekdays, I'd cook supper when I could so my mother wouldn't have to wake up and cook. Though I cheat on my Chinese cuisine now, I have learned over the years how to make some pretty damned decent Chinese. I hate flat bottom woks, because growing up we had a round bottom wok, and I kick ass with one in my kitchen. And that's just Chinese.

A lot of the meals I cook right now are what I used to cook at home.That doesn't include my own creations, nor does it include sweets. I have perfected the Chocolate No Bake cookie recipe over the years. And I make some really amazing cakes. In fact, Jane Doe about had an orgasm in the middle of my kitchen while eating a slice of my cheesecake. I had to send my kids out of the room. But I can't cook, right?

Now I'm really not one to toot my own horn about my cooking, but sometimes I need to do more than toot...