One of my big passions is cooking. I don't know why, but I love making stuff and if I'm ever having a rough day, I usually want to bake cookies or something. I think maybe it has to do with there being a reward (the cookies) for doing the work (mixing, baking, dishes) and maybe I'm having a bad day because there's no sweet results to whatever I was working on.
Tomorrow we are having a Superbowl/birthday party at Jason's aunt and uncle's house. I made deviled eggs and Jason is making both cornbread and a veggie/vegan casserole. It's so much fun to watch him mix, mash, whisk and stir stuff. When he cooks, I really try to encourage him and tell him how great he's doing. It's a selfish thing, because I would love for him to share that passion and turn it into something else that we enjoy doing together.
But for now, I will cherish the effort that he puts in all the more, since I know it may be awhile before I get to see him do it again.
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