I don't often cook for others. My missus generally grimaces and announces she is only eating any food I've cooked because she is hungry.
But I currently have some friends staying and the call came an hour before their arrival home from a day's exploring. It contained a simple plea. Can you cook dinner?
It turned out I could. Dinner was fake-Mexican, but their looks of hunger and eager anticipation when I pulled out a hot baking tray of tortilla wraps and chips from the oven was immensely satisfying, even hygge-like.
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