It's funny since my dad is actually the cook in our family. My mom can make spaghetti and... um, spaghetti. I think I take after my dad - I don't have a whole lot of recipes for meals, but I'm really dang good at baking so yeah.

My father could cook, he just had his own ideas. When Mom went in to have my brother she left "cans" for various meals--a weeks worth. They all went in one pot, veggies, ravioli, whatever else. We ate it for a week, lunch and dinner. We named it Numgoo. It was orangish and lumpy.
The rest of us have no food issues, (who could?), my youngest brother will not allow his foods to touch each other. He did not have to live through what we did!