I’m a pretty good cook. My husband can’t cook at all.
Let me amend that- about six months ago I taught him to make grilled cheese. We ate a steady diet of grilled cheese for about three weeks. The novelty seems to have worn off, as we haven’t had it for a while.
We stand poised at the brink of me teaching him how to turn on the oven and make frozen chicken fingers and fries. He has recently discovered canned salmon, which he mashes with mayo and then eats from a bowl.
Yes, he lived alone for a few years. He would eat a burger and fries every day at about 3 p.m., and that would usually be it, unless I was over and cooking.
Like tremorviolet, he lacks cooking instincts. He can’t look in the fridge and say, “Hey, why don’t I make ramen and put some bok choy in it”, or “Spaghetti sauce- I wonder if there’s any ground beef? and maybe I could use these mushrooms?”. It’s a mystery to him how food coalesces from raw ingredients.
He’s a bit afraid. If you have absolutely no idea how to cook anything, the idea of making anything is fraught with failure. He’s also not very interested in food. If I’m not home, he may eat granola bars all day, with an occasional can of salmon.
We’re working on it slowly. I’m probably not the best person to teach him, because most cooking for me is instinctive- I don’t have to think carefully about the process of turning a piece of chicken into stirfry or poaching it or whatever. I figure if he can learn to open a few cans and combine them to make a meal, then that’s a big first step.
Incidentally, he’s not dumb, he’s just a) uninterested, and b)made nervous by the complexity of cooking. It’s hard to overcome those two factors when they’re together.