An Ode to Home Cooking
Cooking has no real domestic value to me. It’s not the selfless ritual of making sure my husband doesn’t get hungry/ cheats on me with another woman who behaves more motherly/ feminine. It is also not about it being an obligation to my husband. Cooking has become largely about me.
I love experimenting with food and with so much practice, cooking has become so instinctive. I revel in the process of making food and being the creator of these magnificent meals! The sense of achievement you acquire is almost instant and as little an achievement as it is, it’s still an achievement and boy do I live for achievements!