I'm a good cook. My maternal grandmother grew up in the country and learned to cook old school from scratch meals. When she turned 18 she moved to the city and then got married and had kids. She taught her three kids how to cook. Then my mom taught me. I would also go to my grandma's and watch her cook. When I moved out of state she would mail me recipes. My grandpa's family is from the south too MS. I would visit and learn to make pies and biscuits from scratch. I stopped cooking when my youngest was 5. This is when I started having symptoms. I just could not do it. This year I've just now started getting in the kitchen. My family use to get on to me because I lived off TV dinners, hotdogs, corn dogs and hot pockets things like that. I hate I went though that phase. I sometimes have to drag myself in the kitchen but once the meal is done I get satisfication from it. My girls like it. They usually eat it all so there are no leftovers lol