It wasn’t completely like that in the main German club we belonged to for years, but not far off.but being non-italian I wouldn't have been invited to help cook, since how would I have possibly known how to make pasta or sauce properly?
I used to laugh, because we had monthly meetings which, after the official work was done, turned into a big party, with tons of homemade German food…all provided by the women of the club. The club provided hall rental and catering on the side, and all the women running the kitchen were born-and-raised Germans, immigrants, and the food was top-notch.
One month a year, though, the men were tasked to do the food for the meeting, Men in the Kitchen Night, and it was always the same: tossed salad in bottled Italian dressing, loaves and loaves of premade garlic bread, and pans and pans of baked ziti - see, a lot of the men in the club happened to be firefighters, and that’s what they made a lot of at their fire stations.