It's interesting about your not being able to recognize the games you worked on. I was a writer, and when I read the stories I published before my brain got mashed, I can't see how I ever put them together. It's so depressing that I tossed all my work into the wood stove. Having those reminders of the "old" me around was like being haunted by a ghost.

As for cooking, don't give up on that. Before I was injured, I loved to cook. We'd throw big dinner parties and I made everything my family ate from scratch.

Realizing cooking was important to me, both practically and psychologically, my occupational and cognitive therapists worked really hard to help me get back into the kitchen.

While I'm not throwing any elaborate dinner parties, I am back to being able to prepare a family meal (that doesn't involve cans or microwaves, lol). I started with simple things, but I'm getting to be able to tackle more involved dishes.

Among the tricks I've learned is to line up my ingredients, in the order I will need them, and put them away as soon as I'm done with them. That way, I neither forget an ingredient, nor add any more than once.

I have to banish everyone from the kitchen while I'm working. If I converse while cooking, the meal can get "interesting."

I also have to have my husband check that I have set any timers properly and that everything is turned off when I'm done. I have been getting better about remembering.

If you have to start with the cans and the boxes, start there. Any cooking will get the brain firing on that task, again. Your skills will improve.