I’m sorry, but my mom definitely wasn’t a good cook. She was born in 1933, 12 and 14 years after her older 2 sisters. My grandmother pretty much pushed her off to my grandfather, who was a truck driver and liked to hang around at the local bar. She actually hung around the bar with him. She never learned how to cook because my grandmother never taught her. I remember many a meal where I just couldn’t eat what she made and I would try to chew it and leave little globs of food around the perimeter of my plate. Just couldn’t swallow it. My mom never said anything. Needless to say I never learned how to cook either but fortunately I married a man whose mother grew up on a farm and knew all about cooking and he did too. I would say I’m a pretty good cook after be t married for almost 40 years.