I love to cook (when I WANT to cook)
When my husband and I were first married, I had no experience in the kitchen. My mother (and aunts and grandmother) were marvelous cooks. And my mother did it all; I was rarely helping (except with the cleanup or table setting, etc).
However, I’m not enthusiastic about cooking when I have a dozen (or a hundred) other things/projects/commitments/obligations/duties. For when I’m in the kitchen, I want to be IN the kitchen and not rushing through the preparation in order to get to a meeting on time or finish a pressing project.
Since his retirement, Dear Husband has become quite the cook (a very good one, I might add). Often, when I come home from work (volunteer work – non-paying!), he will have prepared a truly Gourmet Meal – and how grateful I am for his skill and his care and concern in this regard. He is often telling everyone that he only cooks for his health – so he doesn’t starve to death. And, admittedly, if he didn’t cook, it might be just “Grab whatever you find to eat, Sweetheart; I’m busy.”
Our oldest son has become an excellent and creative cook (which initially surprised me for I didn’t see this trait when he was younger!). Our youngest bachelor son is also a good cook. Our daughter is a very good cook. But like me – none of them did much cooking until they left the nest.
How marvelous it is to enjoy cooking
and then enjoy eating
(that isn’t a word, I know)
with friends and family.
[Not that I’m averse to eating in restaurants, mind you . . . occasionally . . .]
If a pot is cooking, the friendship will stay warm. – Arab proverb