There's two ways to success.
A short story of dinnertime failure and a parenting hack that actually worked.
I think I’m a pretty decent cook.
I’m not an expert, by any means—I have no formal culinary training, and there’s still plenty I don’t know how to do—but I can hack it. I know the basics of a lot of different food preparations, I have a good handle on flavor combinations, and I’m both willing and able to improvise in the kitchen. I might never make it on