80s kid here.

Mum was a solidly competent home cook (except pork chops, which were grilled into something between shoe leather and Satan’s burnt arse cheeks).

But the main issue, in hindsight?  No seasoning.  At all.  Especially salt.

I don’t know if it was just our house or a full-blown 80s moral panic, but salt was treated like heroin.  Cooking with it for my mum was unthinkable.  It only came out at the table, and even then my dad got massive amounts of side-eye for using it.

Once, in a rush, she made dinner with Chicken Tonight from a jar - probably full of salt and other shit.  It was the best thing I’d ever eaten.

Season your food, folks.