before lockdown I was the classic problem eater - I lived off ready meals, the Greggs menus, lots of beige frozen food that took eighteen minutes in an oven at 220 degrees. I still love all that food. On Xmas day it's a long-standing tradition that I have a turkey dinner - turkey dinosaurs, Mother's Pride bread, lots of tomato sauce. There's an Instagram account called Dinner Police which has shamed some of my dinners I've sent people.
But I realised that in lockdown I wasn't doing any exercise. I live too far from a park for it to be easy to go to, the area has a poor reputation, and my boyfriend struggled with lockdown as they'd already been isolating for a year prior due to a significant injury and then some mental health issues. So I was going to get fatter. And I decided that if I was going to get fatter, I was going to at least enjoy it. I bought some cheap cookbooks and practiced. Now I make curries from scratch and sophisticated pastas and I use the aubergine emoji for its actual purpose. Don't get me wrong, it's been hard - I once managed to accidentally make a lasagne with no pasta sheets - but it's been worthwhile because I now I can invite people over and cook something and not be embarassed and the goodwill it generates goes a long way.
I can tell you why I never cooked before. I didn't have confidence. My mother was clueless around the kitchen, and worked til 6pm when I was in school, so she had no interest in standing in a kitchen chopping veg or going round supermarkets buying herbs and spices. We went to the off-licence in the scheme and got whatever was there. I remember the first time I went to a friend's house and they had potatoes in rosemary and I was blown away, it was so different to how we prepared and ate food. When we had cooking classes in school I would disintegrate - it wasn't something I knew anything about, especially compared to other people, and I just wasn't interested in something I couldn't do well. Our Home Ec teacher was a vile nasty woman who barked at the class and had no time for the working class kids who didn't have palettes. I think there's definitely an element of "men don't cook" but I also think it's bound up in class and culture for people like me.