My maternal grandmother was an amazing cook, but would throw people out of her kitchen so I didn't learn anything from her. My mom cooked family dinners pretty much every weeknight while I was growing up. But while she can cook, she doesn't love it like her mother did.
I am pyrophobic, so it takes a lot for me to use the stove top. It's an old stove with very visible flames from the burners which make me anxious. I'm better with the oven, toaster oven and microwave, though I have set toast on fire on more than one occasion.
For years I've wanted to take a basic cooking clash, because I own cookbooks like, "Cooking for Dummies" and "Help! My Apartment has a Kitchen."
I'm mostly living on salad -- I have no fear of slicing and dicing! but my brunoise isn't up to "Food Network" standards -- sandwiches, and takeout. But that's not much of a change from my pre-pandemic existence.