My mom does not cook. My dad cooked every meal we ate growing up. My mom baked our cakes. She also does not bake. They were boxed mixes but we didn’t know that. My brother frequently requested something like “a purple cake with green icing.” She would just food color boxed mix and canned frosting, but he thought it was magical. No birthday in our house was ever ruined by a homemade cake made with love.