Cooking is many things to many people. From what I see in Jamie Oliver, cooking is not only his passion, but his life and soul, that when we watch him cook, we know he is having a hell of a good time. From Anna Olson, she is a magician baker because she can poof beautiful cakes with her magic hands. To Chef Lyn in Pitching In, she is the ambassador of great cooking, and Anthony Bordain, food is his ticket to discover the world. Yes, I watch a lot of AFC on channel 703.
To most of us, cooking is an act of nurturing. The basic primal task of feeding our lot, a part of our natural makeup as a mother to nurture our family. The picture of a nest, a mother bird with a worm in her mouth and a few nestlings with agape beaks epitomize this task. There is this idiom, 'air tangan' which means that when a mother cooks, their hand exudes a chemical that bonds her to her family or whoever that eats it.
To some of us, cooking is an act of love. We can buy food outside but we want to cook ourselves because of many reasons. For working mothers, they would cook during the weekends or whenever we can. To bring the family together.
To many it is a talent that can make money and be a source of livelihood.
It is also a hobby, to try out the recipes when you have the time.
To me, it is more, because you cannot go wrong with it. Cook up something to visit the elders, to give the sick, to cheer up someone, to share, to say sorry, to give as charity. I am a woman Jamie Oliver in a closet.
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