Part of the reason I don’t want to cook is an aberrant thing, I admit. I hate cooking smells, even the ones other people crave. It is weird, I know. But that’s the way it is and I avoid kitchens.
I guess that would be a deterrent, for sure. When I was pregnant with my third, smelling garlic used to send me straight to the bathroom, and also raw chicken. Funny, I could still handle beef and pork, but the poultry was unbearable. My husband had to do the breading or whatever we were having when it came to chicken. Of course, it got better after that one was born.
I’m pretty much a cooking maniac now. Especially since it’s just the two of us most of the time. Very fun and enjoyable to prepare our own meals. I also cook for friends when they need help, so it’s a good thing I enjoy it.