Having a parent who is a bad cook is the worst because you are obligated to eat their terrible food! Out of love!
"I wasn't ever a picky eater, and my parents were way more than fine with that. So tuna casserole with those crunchy canned onions on top, beef stroganoff a la Hamburger Helper, taco salad or Lean Cuisine frozen meals it was. My mom used only margarine and tended to cook meat to death. I do think my mom tried her best (with being in one of the most abusive marriages I've heard of). So it all cascaded to me just eating at my sorority house for 2 years. My first year after I dropped the sorority I felt myself at the edge of a dangerous cliff: no friends, no meal plan. I'll learn how to cook, I said. And I did. Cook with the good stuff too. I rode my bike to a nearby Farmer's market. I talked to farmers, and I learned about food. I made all sorts of food, even made my own broth from scratch with chicken feet. My whole eating life was slow, whimsical, comforting and challenging. Most importantly I learned about good ingredients and how to maintain a good kitchen, what kitchen supplies you absolutely need, and what supplies you can forget or go cheap on. I built up a good spice cabinet. All of it was terribly fun. I don't have enough time to live as I did those two amazing years presently, but I still use the Yummly app to collect recipes and compile grocery lists so I can shop at the big box store. I still do a few niche things such as make my own vanilla extract and flavored liqueurs, but nothing compared to my hey day" (source).