My relationship with cooking is a mixed one, a love/hate one. Some say I am a good cook, which is wonderful to hear. But I don’t always enjoy doing it. I think what my problem with cooking is is that it is often expected of me–not by my family, but in general, as a woman. Take away the expectation, and make it into an art: that’s when I like it. Maybe that’s why some like to blog it, to make it seem more important.
What it’s really about is pleasing people. And when pleasing people comes from the heart, and not from some role expectation, that’s when its best. And it doesn’t matter if it is any good or not. If I could just consistently consider cooking the same way I think about cartooning, then any dislike of cooking would evaporate. It’s all about making people smile.