(March 23, 2014 at 7:34 pm)SteelCurtain Wrote: My family was the exact opposite. My mom can cook, but she has a clearly defined wheelhouse. My dad, on the other hand, taught me that cooking is a labor of love, and consequently I love to cook. This has helped me in my current relationship.I grew up in a similar situation. My dad not only can cook because he has previously worked in restaurants as a cook, but loves it more than I think I can describe, like he is constantly thinking of things related to cooking. Not surprisingly, I have never had a problem with my dad's cooking (although some of the things he has chosen to cook just aren't for me, especially because he LOVES meat and I am a vegetarian).
My dad's cooking made the decision to become vegetarian hard for me, because yeah, some meat totally tastes awesome, at least the way he cooks it. I just decided that to me, the relevant moral issues with it were just way too important for me and that it would be reasonably easy for me to make the change and that I was just too damn mature now to possibly justify eating meat any longer. I guess that means I saw it as like, a part of my becoming an adult.
