I (jokingly) blame it all on my mother. She refused to let me in the kitchen all my life, for fear that I would chop off my fingers and never be able to play violin again. Go figure. Now, I hardly have the motivation to learn anymore, just because it's so inconvenient to make something awesome to eat for myself. I'm more of a presenter-gifter, not a self-indulger. What's the point in cooking something amazing just so you can sit down and eat it by yourself? You get sick of it in the process (so I hear.) And plus, I don't have a kitchen. Nor will I have one next year.
But seriously, for those people who do know how to cook and even better, do cook for me (haha), I LOVE it. There's nothing more that says "I care about you" (in a platonic way, geez) than a home-cooked meal/home-...baked...dessert? haha Treating someone to a meal is nice and all, but cooking rocks!
Yeah. I had to get that out there. Cuz I love food :)
Verse:
"...Jesus asked him the third time, 'Do you love me?' He said, 'Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you.' Jesus said, 'Feed my sheep.'" (John 21:17)
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