I used to absolutely hate roast dinners. I don't come from a line of good cooks (or even particularly invested cooks) and used to dread certain days as I knew what was going to be on the table. And no, I wasn't allowed to do any cooking myself, or even to help, before anyone asks!
My mother always burnt things on one side and never flipped them over, so the other side was always undercooked. My stepfather used to insist on making chips, and they'd always be burnt on the outside and raw on the inside. My grandma did her generation-typical thing of overcooking absolutely everything, so we ate plenty of mushy, near tasteless veg, and dry, rock-hard meats.
Roast dinners therefore featured either stone-cold, overcooked meat and mushy veg, or raw roast potatoes. Yum.
Me, I'm a pretty good cook. I've done and continue to do a lot of research into cooking methods, try lots of recipes and genuinely enjoy putting together meals on the days I'm not overrun with work etc (though I've made plenty of mistakes along the way).
Today? I've woken up feeling horrendously nauseous (thanks to flu), so if I have anything, it'll be my standard 'hangover and/or stomach issues diet' of loads of salty nachos and Diet Pepsi 😞 Husband will probably take the opportunity to get a pizza in.