cooking
You can cook (plus a coffee-crusted steak recipe I endorse heartily)
My old roommate was a master foodie. Cooking was his passion and, by God, he was good at it. He would eat some of the weirdest things (peanut butter and curry sandwiches were not unusual), but in his generous experimentation, I never tasted anything that wasn't two miles past delicious.
But cooking around him was intimidating: To use his knife and pan set required an afternoon tutorial going through the various blades, special cleaning instructions for each type of metal, and learning the correct order to apply salt, water and oil to to All-Clad pan (I'm still not 100% on that one). The end result was while he loved and embraced teaching cooking, his lessons almost invariably made the whole process terrifying, despite his best intentions.
I'm not alone in my intimidation, as Michael Ruhlman noted in his post "America: Too Stupid to Cook":
