No. I’m not terrible or anything – I can follow directions and such, but I still prefer not to.
I think I would like it more if I didn’t have to clean up the mess created from cooking.
I like to bake every now and then, though. I make some bettern’ sex chocolate eclairs.
I absolutely hate to cook, I’ld eat chicken broth and crackers every day before I’ll cook.
Luckily for me MrSin loves to cook. We pretty much have a deal; he cooks, I clean up. We alternate shopping (although he really does it more than I do because I always forget important ingredients.) MrSin not only cooks but bakes ( he makes a sinful chocolate lava cake that he times to the second).
[hijack] When our son was in kindergarten he brought chocolate chip cookies to school for his birthday and the teacher asked if his “mommy” made them… He replied “No, my Daddy did”…And all the kids laughed at him, because everyone knew that Daddies didn’t bake cookies (the 80’s). Funny now but traumatic then, he came home crying :eek: [/hijack]
The funny thing now is that my son is in a relationship and he cooks, and my daughter is married and her husband cooks…It only takes one generation to change the world 
I love to cook. The last time I moved, my kitchen gear alone took up 23 boxes :eek:
Boyfriend said he used to feel bad getting me kitchen stuff for birthdays, Christmas, etc. . …until he realized how much I really loved it. Not to mention that I have expensive tastes and am hesitant to but those things for myself.
Even though he doesn’t cook much himself, he has come to appreciate what I do in the kitchen, and if I arm him with a nice glass of wine or two he makes an excellent sous chef. We chop and saute and drink wine and talk. The whole bonding thing is nice.
I do, however, ocassionally get tired of cooking and just want him to take me out for dinner.
Hm, well, I do like to cook for holidays and when people come over for dinner. Baking is great fun too…I think it’s the mundane, everyday meals that bug me. I always get glazed over in the supermarket and never can think of anything to make. And ugh, cleaning up is a drag.
Consequently, I’m a bit of a restaurant/take out whore.
I’m the flip of Qadgop…I’m a pretty good cook (although not as good as the wife) but I am a damn good baker. Bread, pies, cakes, cookies…it doesn’t matter. 
I hate cooking, it’s just one of those things you have to do. I cook six out of seven nights (Sunday night is bung-something-in-the-microwave night…YAY it’s Sunday!) and I’m quite a good cook, I just hate it.
It is also so dreadfully repetitive and boring, even if I am cooking something new. The worst thing about cooking is all the bloody mess. I’m one of those cooks that leaves a trail of destruction behind me and I don’t own a dishwasher! WAH.
Poo! to cooking.
I like to cook sometimes.
I’m not an amazing cook but I can usually find dinner from whatever we have around the house (though there are days where I just toss frozen kiev in the oven and make rice-a-roni). I’m better than my Mom at least. I love her to bits, and her baking is great but a cook she is not.
Baking, I really have to be in the mood to do unless it’s quick and easy.
Neither of us is big on baking breads, and anything where I have to spend a long time in the kitchen I dislike, so I love the crockpot but I don’t do canning. Maybe I should, if I want to get pickled beets at all.
Some days I love to experiment as well, w have a bunch of recipe books that I’ll pour over and pick something to try every week or two. The porcupines went over real well with all of us. Mmm.
I love cooking, provided I have time and I don’t have to buy the ingredients. I don’t mean I don’t like shopping for them, I mean I’m a low-income uni student.
I like cooking all sorts of food. I like intense flavour. I love cooking banquets for my friends too, organising a menu with entrees, mains and dessert, shopping for it all and then cooking all day. So fun. Usually I have a theme. I remember my chinese banquet, SO and I made little red and black wall hangings and menus and bought fortune cookies (those things are way too hard to make!). I think we had about 5 dishes on the table for main.
But, unfortunately, while Mum usually pays for food, I don’t generally have the time to cook. I get home after 8:15pm every weekday, and as I am a morning person, I never feel like cooking then.
Hi, Burnt Sugar! Haven’t seen you in a long time, Miss Curly-Haired Girl!
Though it took a while.
I love eating, though it took some time to appreciate the subtle alchemy of melding all those dizzying possiblities together into something edible–not to mention sustaining, affordable and sometimes even suave. My mom hated cooking, though she did it, but delegated the bulk onto me about age 10. (Cookbooks are still my friends.) But my grandma–her mother–was an instinctive cook; somebody who grew her own produce and tossed things together, by feel, sight, smell and experience. And somehow it all turned out wonderful.
My grandma was the Alton Brown of home cooking, when ‘house wife’ was an honored, demanding role. She couldn’t have explained the science but her hands-on grasp was killer for honest, delicious nutritious good eats–served in resonable variety and proportion.
I’m still not on board with the whole nouveau science-of-cooking thing, though it’s pleasingly reminscient of stern faced gurus of old, including a grave Betty Crocker and assorted Home Ec-ish pundits. Not that food should or could be limited to any such. It’s a continum, and my basics pretty much spiral back to M.F.K. Fisher, hallowed be her name.
Start with diners in mind, seek out–or grow–the best ingredients available and offer it forth as best possible. Or just make do with what’s at hand, but nourishing people is cherishing, no matter how mundane the process. I love, purely love, cunningly putting together what the bounteous earth offers, for sustance and joy, whether it’s just for me or others as well.
It’s a small, everyday miracle. Applied grace, if you will.
Veb
I adore cooking. It’s the one thing I can say that I do superlatively. I’ve been cooking at my Grandma’s and Mom’s knees since I was, dang, I don’t know. I’ve been doing it a long damn time, though. My MiL always says I am a better cook than she is. I don’t think any woman can hope for a better compliment from her husband’s mother. I’m not saying I am God’s Own Chef, or anything, but I can fry up some chicken-fried steak, lemme tell ya (my Mom’s recipe, though ;)).
Just don’t stick me on an electric range. I am lost there. Electric convection ovens are OK, though.
Not particularly. Every once in a blue moon, I’ll get an urge to mess around with whatever’s in the fridge and use a few pots and pans, but it’s pretty rare. I leave the cooking to the SO, and I just do the dishes. I find the whole process tedious and very annoying. I thank god that my SO actually likes to dabble with cooking and is pretty good at it.
But it’s ok, I even the score by giving him the loving and reminding him why he wants to cook for me
Another vote for: I’m a pretty damn good cook, and can definitely tell the difference between well-cooked food and the instant stuff–but I rarely trouble myself to fix anything special because I live alone and I don’t necessarily enjoy the process that much if I’m not doing it for somebody else. Also, I detest doing dishes, and like to spare myself the extra clean-up that involved cooking tends to require.
Someimtes I get a craving for something a little more special, and then I’ll go out and get what I need and have a little fun in the kitchen. But it doesn’t happen often.
I quite enjoy cooking, but only if I’m in the right mood. Otherwise it’s just a chore. I’ve been whipping up several batches of Anzac bikkies this afternoon.
I hate cooking. Unfortunately, I love to eat so I manage to cook a meal every night so we don’t all starve. If I was wealthy, I’d employ someone to cook for me. I enjoy good food, just hate having to prepare it.
I love cooking, but I have to admit I’m not very creative at it. Give me a recipe, and I’ll follow it exactly with very few deviations, but I’m not really the kind of guy who can just throw a bunch of things together and expect it to taste good. Unfortunately, since the vast majority of the food I make happens to be Chinese (I find it the easiest to do), I find it hard to really cook for myself, so I usually cook only when I have friends over.
I do like to cook, but luckily my boyfriend and I divvy up the week’s cooking so I’m only responsible for 2 nights out of the week (Friday we’re on our own and Sat/Sun we go out). I’ve found it’s a lot easier to enjoy cooking when it’s not an every night responsibility. We always grocery shop together as well, which we both enjoy.
I’ve never been great at planning “meals” - lots of different foods which have to be ready at the same time. I specialize in “2 pot cooking” - curry over rice, sauce over pasta, stir fry and rice, quesadillas with filling, enchiladas with filling. My general rule is if I can’t make it in 30 minutes and 2 pots, it’s too much effort. Our rule is, whoever cooks, doesn’t have to do dishes, which works out nicely.
John and I cook nearly 100% vegetarian at home - we love ethnic food and use tons of spices, fresh produce, onions and garlic. John is also an amazing cook, I’ve loved him since our first date when he made home-made spicy chickpeas which were better than any Chana Masala I’ve ever eaten at an Indian restaurant (including in Delhi).
I also can’t bake at all and have never made any sort of dessert at home.
I like to cook but don’t get to do it that often. I’m not particularly creative with it yet, since I don’t know how to make that many different things, I stick with my recipe (either written down or in my head) and don’t get too wild with it. I can’t bake though, except for cheesecake. When I make one, I’m lucky if I get even a tiny piece, since the rest of the family stampedes when they see it.
I do not like to cook. I find it very, very boring.
I’m pretty good at it, to a point. The point is figuring out what to cook for a family of several picky eaters , including me, every night of the week, and then doing it. I sure don’t mind as much when it’s a spectacular one-night-only feed-the-guests gig.
That said, my husband does most of the cooking, cause he does like it.
I think this is the nub of it, at least as far as I am concerned. I think I cook two dishes which the three of us living here will all eat. Most nights, I cook one meal for the spouse and son and something different for me. On the nights my son is out, I cook a meal for my husband and myself.
Having said that, I’d still employ a full-time cook, if I had the $$.