My sister had 4 kids, all of whom grew up to have major problems. She cooked Kraft Spaghetti on her fancy meal days. Beanie weenies were her other food to cook. Oh, and mashed potatoes.
She was a lovely person, but not so hotsie at being a single mom raising kids. I could cook long before I had kids. In fact, as a child, I cooked whenever I stayed at her house. Somebody needed to do it, and she was willing to let me rummage about her kitchen. Our mom, a wonderful cook who loved her spotless kitchen, kept me away from the stove at our house.