Since we had an additional guest eating with us today that also happened to have an almost bottomless appetite I knew that I was going to have to whip up quite the spread for all of our upcoming meals, which in turn meant a long time spent in the kitchen.
That was something that would have once irked me to no end since the idea of toiling away in a kitchen for so long just to try and figure out which ingredients I still had leftover might work well enough together to make a meal was just not one that seemed all that feasible with my lifestyle.
Cooking was only 'fun' for me whenever I either had an abundance of ingredients to choose from and could make something interesting or make a hell of a lot of something, or whenever I was cooking for someone else.
That was where my enjoyment for cooking came from, and nowadays I spent every single day cooking for everyone else, though with the pregnancy my enjoyment had shifted to be more selfish since I was so hungry all the time.
