I am incapable of taking any enjoyment in the preparation of food.

Food preparation is a reminder of the social-wounds of my Collective Kin’s enslavement.

I have no desire to cook nor enjoy cooking, because it serves as a reminder of my Collective Kin’s degraded position of “object” in service to the logic of capitalism that presents itself as “modern society”.

It does not help that I have a younger sibling that “loves” the creativity of cooking that I will never be capable of experiencing, yet must participate in doing for survival.