It recently occurred to me that I liked to cook. It hit me like a moment of enlightenment. You can imagine that I was cooking when it came to me. I then realized that I have always liked cooking and just never noticed. I’m conscious of the fact that liking to cook is not an anomaly.

I’ve heard plenty of people explain their reasons for cooking:

  • It’s cheaper
  • It relaxes me
  • It’s safe
  • It’s clean
  • It’s fun
  • I like the way rice feels

All of those I agree with (in some respect). I can now articulate why I like it, and that’s probably where the ‘ah ha’ came from. Are you ready for this? It tastes good! I know what I like, and I just make it that way. It’s not someone elses idea of something tasty. It’s my idea of what tastes good. At the worst, if it comes out bad, I’ll still eat it because I made it because let’s face it; I have no one to blame but myself. Isn’t that better than having to worry about hurting someone’s feelings or feel like you’re being picky? Or isn’t it better than just not eating just because you have something gross in front of you?

Yes the answer is yes, it is better.

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