Strange as it seems, cooking is relaxing to me. I enjoy getting lost in my kitchen and fixing supper. I think in part it is a task that produces something attractive, and something that is well received ( for the most part). It is something that I start and finish in a matter of an hour or so. Instant gratification I suppose. I love the smell, the taste, the different textures. I truly love using my imagination in finding new ways to cook. I enjoy sitting at the table and being with my family. And yes I enjoy hearing the thank yous. I do for my family in many ways, all very important. They do need clean clothes, a clean place to live, a push to do their homework. They do need guidance, love and instruction. They still need driven here and everywhere it seems. I do all of these things and enjoy caring for my family. Maybe it is that these other things are NEVER done. It seems I am always getting it done and yet never done. I think that is why I love cooking supper so much. I start it and finish it and see a job done. I see the steps in the other things, but it is nice to complete something. At least till the next meal.