Does it matter to him? You talk about being hard-wired "for these things". I don't think that it's about man versus woman. I think that some people are hard-wired to care about that and some just aren't. Or, more specifically, they are hard-wired to not care about that. He doesn't need to remember why the door is locked. You've got that covered, so he doesn't need to retain that information; it would be a waste of brain space for him. I'm the same way with certain bits of information. Once it's been memorialized, my brain just might toss it out, to make room for something that I care about.
I actually encourage my husband to "forget" certain things that I can't help but remember. There's no need in both of us remembering that friend's birthday while neither of us remembers to renew the car registration.
He might think that as long as you are all enjoying the fellowship, it doesn't matter when or how the food comes out. It doesn't sound like you are angry about it--thank goodness, 'cause some people would be. It just sounds like, maybe, you haven't learned to fully appreciate who he is and how he is made. My husband and I are PERFECT when we complement each other. We fit together just that well and balance each other's extremes. When one of us feels unappreciated, though, it turns into more of a competition: I'm out to prove why MY way is better, and he's out to prove why HIS way is better. That isn't so harmonious. I have to remember to snicker at our differences while actually respecting that having him think that way in one area (which might bug me) allows him to treat another (more important to me) area with the same (and desired)care. If I'm only laughing at HIM, I'm not really respecting that each of us brings a different perspective to our shared table. I'm only thinking that my way is better and wishing that he'd be more like me.
PS. I had to dump a quarter of an onion just this past Sunday evening because I'd put it into the skillet first (timed well with tomatoes, spinach, eggplant, garlic) and then got busy with my 3yo. I was still cooking, but he was incorporated into my activities. I used to be able to chop as I went, creating all along. Now, just about everything needs to be prepped and sitting out at my fingertips before I turn on the fire, in anticipation of a distraction like "Mommy, watch THIS!" I ate the charred onion--still yum--but had to start all over with cutting more.