Why do I cook?

In a sense, this blog is me exploring me. So, I yam what I yam -- sorry Popeye, you don't look like a sweet potato to me.

Why do I enjoy cooking?

Cooking is a form of art. It is creative.

There are a couple of differences between cooking and traditional art.

1. Once the audience experiences the cooking art, it is gone. An ultimate performance art. The experience, the appreciation extinguishes the art.

2. Like bad art, bad cooking (like good cooking) comes out as shit in the end.

To analogize to acting --- cooking is live theater. Painting is filmed performance. One exists ONLY while being experienced. The other is around for millions to enjoy. One is for the few, the other is for the many.

They can't even be valued the same. Every year, George and I watch Casablance on Valentines day. Every year, I make lasagna for George's birthday dinner. Maybe they are the same, because every year, they are also different. Our lives infuse values to our experiences. I may bake the same recipie for something many times. But each time it is eaten (whether by me alone, by me and George, or by me and a group of friends) the experience is different.