I like cooking, but I don’t find the activity therapeutic or spiritual. There was a time I would bake a lot of nankhaties (Indian shortbread cookies) in my mother’s microwave, but that phase faded when college ended. A lot of life happened, and cooking eventually became a burden. I did start cooking again when I was away from home, because it was getting too unhealthy and expensive to eat out or eat ready-to-eat stuff.
When cooped up now indoors, I did manage to make sure all my cravings were satisfied. Would I start baking again? May be, but only if some one helps me clean up post the exercise, and if I find anyone with a sweet tooth, because I surely don’t have one!