MOOP!

I am sorry. I don't mean to have no interest in cooking! But I think of it a bit like sculpture --if I had to sculpt things to survive, I would do so, and my sense of pride would cause me to do as well as I could. But I get no intrinsic delight out of the art, and don't necessarily wish to drag the whole of the form down with my inadequate attempts.

I think cooking is awesome, I think people who *can* cook are awesome, I think watching cookery occur is awesome, and I think the end result of good cooking is one of those excellent things in the world.

But for me, it's just a survival skill. It's nothing at all compared to the delight I get from writing or dancing. I'm happy to leave it to the real artists.

((That is not to say that I don't fully intend to get Much Better at it. I see no reason why I shouldn't apply my occasionally perfectionistic tendencies to the art of the kitchen, and it is something I will have to do for the rest of my life, unless I somehow become gob-smackingly rich, or manage to shack up with someone who finds it as much a delight as you or shield_toad111 does.

Part of my stubborn denial that I don't cook is because I keep having to deal with people becoming uncomfortably enthusiastic with me when I mention I've been cooking. I don't like having to break their heart by pointing out that this doesn't mean I have joined the secret society of people who are actually good at turning ingredients into food, I just needed lunch.))

Whew, this got long. And a little meandery. Look, I never said I was any *good* at my chosen artforms, just that I enjoy doing them...

~Sor