I grew up in a pretty big family. There were us seven kids, my mom, and my dad. My father used to enjoy making challenging dishes whenever he had time off but that still left the bulk of the cooking up to my mother.
I don’t think that Mom was ever particularly wild about cooking, but when Dad died when I was eight she got a bit depressed and the cooking got simpler. She still made all kinds of real sit-down dinners but weekday lunches were pretty quick, partly because school was a twenty-minute walk (in each direction) and we got only an hour off for lunch, so basically we’d come home, the soup was ready, we’d scarf it down, and head back to school.
Weekend lunches sometimes featured more involved menus, my favourites being avgolemono soup, leftovers, pigs in a blanket, and grilled cheese sandwiches.