I think about food all the time. I am one of those people who can be in the middle of a meal, thinking about the next one. I’m not obsessing, at least I don’t think I am. I’m not worrying about where my next meal will come from, I’ve been fortunate that way. I’m thinking about what I’ll be making next. I’m thinking about who I’ll be feeding. And where. I am considering the prep that needs to be done, the ingredients I might not have on hand. I plan my menu weekly. It is my hobby.
Once I told someone about the kind of meals I cook, the joy I feel when I fill my table with guests and good food. She was not impressed. Her comment: if it takes you longer to cook it than it takes to eat it, then it is too much work. She doesn’t appreciate food the way I do, and that’s alright. But I have to disagree with her. I love the smell of soup simmering for hours on the stove, or something slow-roasting in the oven. If I’ve got a large group coming over for dinner, I sometimes begin cooking just after lunch.
So I want to know, how does cooking and dining fit into your world? Do you find it a bother? A chore? Or is it a pleasure? Or both? Even I’ll admit that some nights cooking dinner is more work than joy. But once I sit down at the table with my family or friends, all the work is worth it.