@jeffowski Once upon a time, my mother was away for many weeks (months?). The plan was for my father and us three kids to rotate making dinner. My siblings chose to stock up on frozen pizzas. I tried to make some soup. The soup failed because I didn't know how to cook. Everyone laughed. I gave up and got pizzas. My father ended up cooking every night. I refused to cook anything ever again (this lasted until I moved out 10+ years later and had to feed myself). The end.