Fine Art of Cooking for Others

It’s a curious thing, cooking for people. I love to do it, mostly because I like to cook and I like home-cooked food, but I rarely take the time to do it without the motivation of serving guests. The thing is, it’s hard to tell when you’ve made enough food. If they eat everything, you know they liked whatever it is you made, which is good. But you also don’t know if they got enough to eat because no guest would ever say, “Hey, do you have peanut butter and jelly? I’m still hungry.” On the other hand, if lots is left over then you wonder if people enjoyed the food… and then there’s the problem of dealing with more leftovers than you can eat in a week.

Tonight, the food disappeared. It made for easy clean-up, but I hope people didn’t go home and start rummaging for crackers and cheese.