I started learning my way around the kitchen in the early 50s, before kindergarten. At 11, due to my parents being overdue from a fishing trip, I had a full Swiss steak dinner ready to serve when they got home.
We all had to learn a modicum of 'girl stuff' such as cooking, cleaning, basic sewing, laundry, etc. Our sister had to learn certain 'boy skills', too, to insure she could also survive when a man wasn't near at hand at need. They're gifts that are undervalued at the time, but appreciated later. It was a revelation in barracks how few could actually replace a missing uniform button.
Dad worked several stints in the Pacific Islands, North Africa, Panama, and the Middle East, so had very eclectic tastes in food, which we also picked up early, as he introduced them to us at home.
There are some 'foods' I draw the line at, but not much I'm not willing to try at least once; the spousal unit is almost the same, but slightly pickier.
You had a great upbringing.
I think I never got suckered into feminism, because I never experienced any kind of frustration of interests or goals, due to my gender - nobody suggested limitations, just because I was born female.
(I do remember that the time came when they put a shirt on me, and I was no longer allowed to run around outside just in shorts, like my brother did in summer; and that kind of stung, because I was too young to understand it. But, hey.....:-)
-JT