Neither my mother, nor my second wife could/can fry an egg to my liking. Both liked them fried on HIGH to where I called the white, snakeskin. I'm an "over-medium" guy.
My first wife couldn't fry bacon. It was either underdone or overdone. I like it crisp, but not destroyed. To her credit, she did learn. (My second wife solved that for me. She doesn't let me have bacon.)
Me and my three siblings didn't complain much growing up. We knew our options were to eat it, or go without. My parents grew up on Indiana farms, so we didn't eat "fancy". (My favorite was biscuits and sausage gravy. I could eat that three meals a day.)
My father brought home a goose to fatten up for Christmas......my sister and I adopted it as a pet, gave it a name etc.....2 years later we came home from school to find the goose slaughtered and in the pot! ..... My father and Grandmother ate the goose.....
When Mom discovered Spam. Now when my son was little + was sitting down for a grapefruit half for breakfast my ex had sprinkled the top with what she thought was sugar but was actually salt. He had tears in his eyes as big as horse turds + she kept on railing him to stop crying + eat it damnit! Then when I went into the kitchen the truth was revealed. He doesn't like grapefruit to this day.