I like cooking and I think I am rather good at it. But it was something I learned to do out of need instead of desire. My parents got divorced in my early teens which forced my mother to take on three jobs to raise myself, my brother, and my sister. Which often meant I had to prepare meals for my siblings. Unfortunately, they were the victims of my many failed experiments.. Thankfully no one ever got sick and I ended up becoming a decent cook. 🙂