I cook a lot, been cooking since I was 12. You know, yeah, the dopamine of having someone compliment your food is, like nothing else. I chase that high.

I was 22, living with a boyfriend and his two friends. I dont even remember what I made, but it's over 15 years later and I can still remember one of my roommates going "mrs mink" (thats what they called me) this is so good, holy fuck why is it so good" and like, raving about it. I can still remember beaming. Or the time I went on a group camping trip at 23 and attempted to make chili to feed 50 people. And I did. The giant pot I made was gone in ten mins flat. The compliments poured in.

ahh. yeah, fucking dopamine. Im not good at being social, at all, but I'll cook for ya fat and youll be happy. I fear most folks dont get me when I just talk, but if you cook for them? everyone loves you.