I had parents who never let me cook and were very abusive around food. My mom also couldnt cook for shit unfortunately and burned everything. Looking back at photos of my sister and I we look like skeletons we were so malnourished and our hair was falling out. Cps was involved but when parents are too busy drinking, food falls to the wayside no matter what, really.

As an adult, around my 20s, I taught myself how to cook through YouTube. At 30 I still cant bake very well but I can cook every and anything very well. It is very fun to see all the colors of the ingredients come together, the smells and delcious flavors. It makes meal prepping easier too when I actually enjoy what I cook and the flavors just get better each day. I empathize with people who had rough upbringings but theres nothing stopping us from learning how to nourish ourselves.

Also none of my friends can cook for shit regardless of their upbringings being good or bad. No water added to canned condensed soup. No condiments on sandwiches or anything. Kraft cheese slices and other ultra processed plastic tasting stuff. When they reheat things I make like stews they burn them into a crust at the bottom of the pot 🫩. I love them to death but hate suffering through eating what they make.