But do you want them to? One day I made a big pot of crawfish etouffe because I was in the mood for some and acquaintances knocked on the door and pretty soon the whole batch was gone. Then one day I made Grandma V’s applesauce cake (an ex-grandma) and it was delicious but I never got a real piece for myself before it was gone. Last year, I spent an entire morning making pancakes and waffles and children descended on the house and ate every last one of them. Today, I had decided to make and freeze a bunch of waffles for Tin and suddenly everyone decided they wanted waffles.
I love to cook, and I love to feed people but something is off with this equation. For example, I made my cousin Sophie’s brisket and it was delicious but I can’t seem to bring myself to eat it after making it – on one hand, I know both Ts love it and on the other, I feel obligated to eat the white bean and brown shrimp stew that my neighbor gave us. And the waffles, well I most likely won’t get one of those either. It is a weird dynamic to be the cook and not enjoy the fruits of your own labor, and something I am going to ponder over the next few days.
What is the reason I cook if not to give pleasure to others? But is that enough… I think I need to go out to eat more often and have the joy of sitting down to a meal that I didn’t prepare.
I’ll vote for that!