Cooking is purely an act of love. The problem, at least in the US, is we view it as a sterile science and an annoyance rather then an act of passion and joy.

Throw away your gadgets, cook books, and meal kits. Instead, start to enjoy food and learn about its provenance and its culture.

𝗧𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻𝗲’𝘀 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻𝗲’𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘇𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀’ 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗳𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗱.

~ 𝗘𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗱𝗲 𝗣𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲

The explanation is that I consider cooking to be an act of love. I do enjoy the craft of cooking, of course, otherwise I would not have done so much of it, but that is a very small part of the pleasure it brings me. What I love is to cook for someone. To put a freshly made meal on the table, even if it is something very plain and simple as long as it tastes good and is not a ready-to-eat something bought at the store, is a sincere expression of affection, it is an act of binding intimacy directed at whoever has a welcome place in your heart. And while other passions in your life may at some point begin to bank their fires, the shared happiness of good homemade food can last as long as we do.

– Marcella Hazan