I love my mom, but I have to confess that she wasn't a good cook. Yes, she fed seven people every day, and no, we never went hungry. But spices frightened her, and new recipes made her worry that she might waste money on a poor meal. So we had boringly predictable food. Maybe this is why I crave new food experiences, but it makes me wonder -- how might her life (and cooking) been better with a bit more zest?