I know a few girls who enjoy cooking, and even more who like to bake. But there is also a subset who can't even boast the grill skills some regular guys have in spades. I know these girls well, because I used to be one.
What is profitable is not necessarily edible; food doesn't get along well with assembly lines, farm-chemical runoff and antibiotics. Its quality deteriorates, as do the soils from which it springs and the health of those to whom it is dished out.
I'm not referring to the yoga practice where you try to turn yourself into a pretzel. I am sticking to the original meaning of the term, to harness or bind back. Yoga means you are trying to reconnect with the divine.