You know how mums who cook simply love to feed an appreciative crowd. Seeing their family and friends licking their plates clean motivates them to work harder in the kitchen.
I've seen many advertisements featuring the rolly-polly aunty-type with tight curls on their head, beaming with pride at the dinner table. They seem to know how to make the best curries and kueh kueh (traditional cakes).
I'm stereo-typing of course but look at me, I'm beginning to join the aunty brood. YK's best friend stayed for dinner last night. Knowing how he loves my fish slice mee suah (noodle) soup, I went the extra mile to prepare that special dish despite having a big pot of fish head curry boiling on the stove. We had so much fish last night!
Oh, but the joy of seeing the boys slurping up every bit of of the soup made it worth the while. I was grinning from ear to ear like a chubby aunty minus the curls on my head.
But really, what good is a cook if you have nobody to feed? Feeding someone who appreciates it is even better, it spurs you on to create better dishes. Food that is cooked with love and passion always turns out good.
Even Rusty can tell the difference. If the chicken breast that he gets is one that is boiled with TLC, he will gobble it up quickly. On the other hand, he'll reject hastily cooked food, returning to eat only when he is absolutely starving.