HereI am in Pembs.
I have had half a glass of wine and olives and sun dried tomatoes and (by mistake - red, thought it a tomato) a chili. Lovely
Brian is cooking dinner and the smell of cooking bacon, chicken and who know what else is tantalising my taste buds nicely.
I love eating food other people have cooked.
I think one of the things about being a parent is that when you go somewhere else - not restaurants because it is expected there - but to someone else's house, and meals arrive like magic, it is just wonderful.
One of the dull chores about parenting is thinking of something to cook for other people every day, week in week out, often in a short time frame. You get home from work and the turn round time to cook, eat and take someone to something is an hour. This taxes stamina and imagination.
I like cooking. I really enjoy cooking when doing something different or entertaining because it becomes a special event, and often a social event too, but do find the day to day turns into a chore.
This may be because I am not a great cook, or it may be that day to day cooking is not that high up my list of priorities.
Be that as it may I love being cooked for.