Making a potato pie! What sort of work was that?
Making a potato pie was a lark; anybody could make a potato pie.
So the woman said, "Try it," and took the man's spade and went out into the field, and left him at home to make that pie.
The man discovered that potato pies took a bit more making than he had reckoned--found that running the house and looking after the children was not quite the merry pastime he had argued.

Man was a fool.
Now it is the woman who talks without thinking.

How did she like hoeing the potato patch?
Hard work, was it not, my dear lady?
Made your back ache?
It came on to rain and you got wet.
I don't see that it very much matters which of you hoes the potato patch, which of you makes the potato pie.

Maybe the hoeing of the patch demands more muscle--is more suited to the man.

Maybe the making of the pie may be more in your department.