I love to cook. As a parent in a large family, if I didn't love to cook, I think I'd be in big trouble. But I love to cook, so that is ok. I don't mind going somewhere and while I'm visiting being asked to "help" prepare a meal or answer food related questions. It is my passion and I thoroughly enjoy it.
But you know? It's nice when I go for a visit, and it is just that - a visit. My mom has prepared a lasagna, there is fresh homemade bread, and all we do is talk about the time of day and the weather. That's nice too.
