My mother was an awful cook, the meals she cooked were edible(ish) though I do recall meal times being fraught affairs & for many years left me with a fear of food. To this day I cannot eat mince of any kind & quite frankly struggle with mashed potato. Being force fed as a child is no fun & I always vowed it was an experience never to be repeated on my own children. I am pleased to say this fear left me once I had my own children as a) I have no wish to blow my own trumpet but I am a pretty good cook & b) once you have your own children you have no time to pander to such whims!
I wasn't taught to cook by my mother though I used to bake at the weekend with my father, I taught myself from books & one particular cookbook from childhood kept on popping into my mind. After a quick search I found a copy on line for a few pence.
I remember making this soup although the first time I made it, it tasted more of flour than harvest vegetable soup, over time I realised I had to cook the flour & butter together over a low heat for a few minutes to remove the flour taste. But, that's how you learn & I have always been a firm believer of learning from your mistakes.
I also remember making these scones with my dad many times-
As always enjoy your day xx