Friday, 16 January 2009
Sometimes I don't feel like cooking. If I have a free afternoon to spend in the kitchen, I love experimenting with new ideas and ingredients - but if I'm hungry, and I just want food now, then even half an hour to make a quick meal can start to feel like a chore.
Today was one of those days.
My husband had offered to cook this evening, but he'd had a long day too and looked exhausted, so I asked whether he'd like me to do it. I have to confess I was half-hoping he'd say no - instead, he looked terribly embarassed, gave me the world's sweetest smile, and said it would make him really happy if I were to do it.
And all of a sudden I actually wanted to. Not because I wanted to cook (I'd have been happier if the food could have suddenly made itself!) but because I wanted to do the thing which had made him smile like that.
All the time I was cooking, I wasn't making dinner - I was making that smile. Which makes me think - if something feels like a chore, perhaps it's down to focusing on the wrong thing...