I always hear about cooking as a way of showing love and care for friends and family and I think I am somehow selfish and lacking because I primarily cook because I obsess about food and ingredients. I'll make a special dessert or dinner that my husband or daughter loves once in a while but much, much more often I cook something because I found incredible apples or beautiful lemons or glistening fish. Or because I feel like getting my hands into dough. Or just because I like how the house smells when beef is braising.
Then last night I was reading Marlena De Blasi's book A Thousand Days in Venice and she says, "For me, food is far beyond the metaphors for love and sentiment and 'communication.' I do not demonstrate affection with food. Less noble that that, I cook because I love to cook, because I love to eat, and if someone is near who also loves to eat, all the better."
So, thankfully I realize I am not the only one. And I wonder if other home cooks cook for love of people or cook for love of cooking?