I learned how to cook from working at a pub back in the day when I was still 16 years old and pubs didn't bring in 95% of their food in frozen packs.
I was hired as the one that cleared the tables and served drinks but that pub had a famous British problem of employees forever calling in sick or simply just not being bothered to show up, one day the kitchen porter and the sous chef both didn't turn up for work, the chef told me to be his helper and he simply told me don't bloody bugger up the eggs or bacon and for goodness sake don't burn the toast... LOL and to lose the tie before it caught fire.
Haha I was a bit worried about losing my job as I was saving up my pennies for a trip to Sweden.
First it was doing all the stuff that went with the full English breakfast, then came to lunch. There was the usual mixing the batter for fish and chips and the occasional warming up of the pies. I was so ready to join my British colleagues in calling a sickie not because it was tiring but urghhh couldn't stand the smell and attitude of that northerner chef and his constant mispronouncing of word.
A few more times and the chef himself like most from the North decided to start having a Saturday lay-in and I controlled the kitchen for the entire breakfast menu.
That's how I learned how to cook and before then I had never quite been anywhere near a stove.