Saturday, 12 November 2011
So I've made a few new things from scratch and while I'm probably supposed to be very proud of myself and looking forward to making them again when I head back to my place, the truth of it is that I don't enjoy it.
I have some friends who love to cook. They love to cook and entertain and make food and serve food and they love making people happy by cooking.
I make the stuff, I cook the stuff, I serve the stuff and it's all kind of... meh.
My Mom even said the other night how much enjoyment she gets cooking and feeding us.
I just don't know if this is my thing.
I admire people who enjoy cooking, and I love to eat their tasty, lovingly prepared meals, but I don't get much enjoyment from being the one doing the cooking.
So I guess I hope I find a man who does.
Or else I'll just keep eating at my friends' houses.