My mom always took care of the cooking. I’d get hungry and like magic my meal would appear. When I got married those meals stopped and my husband was hungry. What to do? Spend a lot of time in the kitchen with my mom and his. Tasteing, timing, trying, and a splash of wine. I learned to cook. I also learned a lot about our mothers and how hard they worked to care for us. I am greatful for their ” magic ”.
(My husband was not hurt during these cooking lessons)