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Christopher Landriau's avatar

Enjoyed this reflection on your complex relationship to cooking. It made me think of my mother, as well as my own relationship to cooking. My Mom prepared every family meal, for decades: breakfast, lunch sandwiches, and dinner. My Dad almost didn't cook, and it wasn't until their 50s that he started doing most of the cleanup. One big difference, though, was that he always appreciated my Mom's efforts and took interest in her experiments--and meal time was most often a good-feeling family time.

I love to cook, and especially cooking for others. But whenever I feel it's my "job"--like when I'm with people who assume I'll do the cooking--my joy of cooking gets infused with resentment. Even when others offer to help I find myself thinking: I don't want "help" --I want you to take responsibility for a meal! So yeah, "my turn to be waited on" -- exactly.

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Linda Hoenigsberg's avatar

I "like" to cook but don't "love" to cook. I went through the whole sourdough bread routine during lockdown. I bought "all the things." I actually ended up HATING to make it. Its messy and hard to clean up...and there's so many steps that each and every time I had to re-read the recipe. I don't like to use oil paints either (because of the mess and clean up). Truth...I think I'm lazy. Give me a casserole (from Costco) any day.

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