Having dessert at a cousin’s house in New Jersey.
I remember as an unmarried girl, I thought I wouldn’t want to do anything with cooking. Those were the days when one could have a cook, a maid, gardener, and so on.
Then I got married, and for three years I didn’t go near a kitchen; being blessed with super cooks who could make whatever one asked for.
Then a time came where I had to learn cooking on my own. I hated cooking in the past.
I enjoy cooking in my own home for myself. My (late) husband used to love food cooked by me. To me eating at one’s own home is a luxury untold, and eating out a misery. Home cooked food is always better than eating out.
But there are moments when there are guests, and one can’t cope with cooking for many people, and the aftermath: dishes, and pots to wash; then it becomes tiring. I wish then for the bygone days.