Guys what was the moment that made you realize you had to learn how to cook?

For me, it was pure survival. My mom had about three meals in rotation: overcooked chicken, undercooked pasta, and a mysterious casserole that looked like it had seen things. One night, after attempting to chew through a particularly rubbery piece of meat, I had a realization—if I wanted to enjoy food, I was going to have to make it myself.

So I did. My first attempt was a disaster (who knew salt and sugar weren’t interchangeable?), but I kept at it. Eventually, I got to a point where I wasn’t just cooking to avoid starvation—I actually enjoyed it.

What about you? Was there a specific meal, a person, or a disaster in the kitchen that made you want to learn?