My mother was (and stil is on a good day despite her increasing frailty) a fantastic cook yet I left home very lacking in the cooking skils department. My mother certainly let me help out in the kitchen and tried to teach me. In fact some of the time I remmeber best with my mother were making home-made ravioli, gnocchi and cakes etc
The things conspiring aginst me learning to be a good cook at that point were.
1 My mother (bless her) was (and still isn't) a very good teacher. She really can't 'let go' and let someone else do it. She really does want it done 'her way' and in the kitchen this trait was magnified a hundredfold
2 I am a terrible student if I can't do something very well from the beginning (bad trait I know) but mix this with a real stubborness on my part and my mother's overcontrolling nature in the kitchen and my mum and I would argue if I tried to do much more than just assist (chop, mix etc under her direction).
3 Despite loving the 'eating' part of food , I find the rest of it pretty dull. I just don't have the patience to cook really well - I just want it to be ready so I can eat it. I just don't have the flair for it.
Although I could do the very basics when I left home I was continually disappointed that the stuff I made just didn't taste as good as it did at home. It didn't seem worth the effort so I really didn't bother cooking much (lived on take-aways etc)
In many ways as a student coming from a home where good quality well-cooked food was the norm made want to eat that (and miss it) but my natural dinclination to be interested in cooking meant I didn't do it much.
When I had ds I made the effort for his sake and would say I am a competent reasonably good cook now. However as soon as he is old enough to fend for himself I know I will go back to eating more ready meals and take-aways . I find cooking a real chore and just do not enjoy it - never have.