This Must Be What Being an Adult is Like…

Something about the idea of cooking. I took it for granted, I guess we all did. Why would she choose to make this dish one night and something different, tacos perhaps, another night? I imagine her startled with the thought of some food she hadn’t made for some time during her midday routine. That, or thinking of a dish that one of us liked, probably Dad, and preparing for it a day ahead of time. I wonder if she had a small schedule in her head, mapping out the elements and procedures until the night of the meal. This could be the way she stayed so creative. Maybe cooking dinner was her exciting outing for the day. Maybe making a meal was a trip to another country; a vacation. Or maybe it was just cooking dinner.