I used to do a little bit of cooking many years ago. I had maybe a half-dozen set pieces I could do when I wanted to entertain. These included ratatouille, a sort of chicken cacciatore, chicken curry, super-duper hamburgers, a killer salad...you get the idea. I learned them by heart, and did them mechanically with reasonable success. Then I married this woman who didn't cook but took it up, and soon turned into a BRILLIANT cook, I mean a GENIUS, I mean I have NEVER had a single meal ANYWHERE that surpassed what Jill just knocks out seemingly effortlessly. She doesn't want anyone, meaning me, mucking around in her kitchen, so I stayed out, and gradually lost what little skill I had. When Jill has been sick, or when she's crashing for a deadline, I can take over, and do canned soups, toast, sliced deli turkey sandwiches, and so on.