I’m 42, and I’ve been cooking for a really long time.
When I was in my early-mid teens, I voluntarily took over a lot of the cooking in my family home. I got married when I was 19, and have been doing the majority of the cooking in my own home since then.
So, I’ve been cooking for almost 30 years at this point.
Probably my main thought about cooking is:
I don’t really enjoy the process.
Cooking for me has generally been more about an end result than the process.
I cook because I want to eat something in particular.
I cook because I want to save money.
I cook because I want to eat something healthy.
I cook because I want to bless my family.
I cook because I want to try new foods.
But if there were ways to get all those end results without cooking, I don’t think I’d shed a tear.
When I was a teenager and first started cooking, I think I enjoyed it maybe a little more than I do now (partly because it was new, partly because I had fewer responsibilities then than I do now).
Currently, though, I’d tell you that there are lots of reasons that I cook, but that most of those reasons have nothing to do with how much I love cooking.