The most excellent Jackp has been out of town for three weeks and will return tomorrow. Since he's the person who began my transformation into a Chowhound, I want to be sure he has some delicious food awaiting him on his arrival.
As I was zipping around the kitchen, browning some short ribs and opening a bottle of wine to add to the vegetable melange for tomorrow's stew, I began to think about how happy I am when I cook, and particularly when I'm cooking with Jackp. Ye gods, I was singing "Our Love Is Here To Stay" while slicing mushrooms.
Admittedly, I am enamoured of Jackp, even after 26+ years of marriage, but I am also very happy when I cook. I would presume other Chowhounds feel the same way, except that recently, while reading "Mindless Eating," I read that many cooks do so out of a sense of competition.
So, Chowhounds - does cooking make you as happy as it makes me? I certainly would not want to do it for a living (ye gods, that would make it a job, not something I do from choice), but cooking for and with someone you love is one of the joys of my life.