My husband says I feed him like he's a god; every meal is a burnt offering.

The line is a compact joke built on a double meaning of “offering.” The husband’s compliment—she feeds him “like he’s a god”—invokes religious sacrifice and reverence, but the punchline flips it: the meals are “burnt offerings,” i.e., literally burned food. The humor depends on the collision of elevated, sacred language with everyday domestic mishap, turning a potential criticism (bad cooking) into self-deprecating wit. It also lightly satirizes expectations around wives’ cooking and marital praise, showing how a flattering frame can mask a less flattering reality.