Somebody had stepped up to the plate, though, and I had been given the Better Homes and Gardens Cookbook. If you want to eat it, this book has the answer for you. Everything from how to boil an egg (which, sheesh, even I knew how to do) to distinguishing between the different cuts of beef, it was there. So, now, instead of mashed potatoes at every meal, we had tuna casserole, broiled salmon, broccoli and beef stir-fry.
I don't know when it happened, but at some point a switch was flipped. Instead of looking for food I could make in order to stay alive, I looked for food I wanted to make to enjoy my cooking. Cooking was not only functional, but it became a form of personal entertainment. And this is where it finds me today. I cook because I like it, and I cook to make sure that we (currently, my husband and I) are putting healthy things into our bodies, not packaged junk that I used to be filled to the brim with. The truth is, I will be forever grateful for that random comment made by a friend on a lazy afternoon. It buried itself somewhere inside of me and later was my inspiration to do something more.