Buster Benson I need more goals.
There are certain things that I want to like but that I just can’t find the special trigger in my brain that makes me like it. Cooking is the one that frustrates me the most. People that I like and who I have many other things in common with seem to love it. LOVE it.
I asked Josh the other day what exactly it was that he enjoyed about the art of cooking and he described something similar to what I’ve heard from other people as well:
- A lot of the enjoyment is in the closeness to the materials… watching how things in your hand can be combined to create tastes… like a chemist in a way.
- There’s the cultural element of dishes (where they come from, the kind of people that eat/ate that particular dish, etc).
- The gadget/consumerist/expert angle of having great tools, good ingredients, fine recipies, feeling like an expert, etc.
Everyone explains it a bit differently but I think that’s the gist of it at least. Of those elements, I think element 1 should be right up my alley. That’s why I like writing, web development, and so many other things. It’s fun building things and discovering the magical properties of the things you’re building with.
To be honest, I think part of the reason I can’t get into cooking is because people take such pride in it. It is a simple pleasure that has a long history and makes you feel like you’re a real human being with worth and who justifies placement alongside all of the other people who participate in the simple pleasure. The same reason why I had trouble buying a house, and getting married, and why I’m not sure about babies. It’s like reading Harry Potter, or voting… you become one of the masses, and people can relate to you and they think they have some kind of special bond with you. Of course, I still end up doing many of these things, but each one eats a bit of my soul. Why do these things give me the shivers? Not sure… probably a good kicking off point for therapy at some juncture… until then, I’m giving up on this cooking biz.

