Ingwion is not a terrible cook, but his efforts are definitely inferior. Partially because he is a prince, but mostly because while Ingwë learned how to cook for himself, he was never great at it, and therefore could not teach his son in the hallowed art of passed-down-from-father-to-son elven cuisine (why do people throw out LaCE when there’s such fun things to twist?) Ingwion likes his meat so well done they are hard to chew -nostalgia prevents him for realizing how terrible it tastes, like his fry cakes shouldn’t have the oily consistency of a deep-fried Twinkie. Oh yeah- oily foods? Yeah, loves them. Superior elven genetics and a strenuous exercise regiment of climbing and Vanyar competitive athletic events counter-act the consequences of his diet – but he loves his fried sweet rolls and oily dishes.