...I was certainly not in a very good place, at the time of that memory [ it was, actually, the worst time of his entire life; he was teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown. ] - but even before that, I did not want to.
...My mother was a queen. She had never had to cook a meal in her life, until we left the palace. But, she tried to learn all of the hard parts of common life the best that she could, sometimes successfully, and sometimes not. Even if it was horrible, it made her so happy when we ate her food, that I always ate it. We would, of course, try to convince her away from cooking somehow, but... I loved my mother, and we were miserable, so I would do anything to make sure she was happy, even that. Her food, with its silly names...
[ something in him softens, then, and he lifts his hand, touching his heart. ]
...You know, I used to be a pretty decent cook. I was naturally talented at most anything in my youth, so it wasn't difficult for me to figure out. [ that is probably hard to believe but.
it's about to make a lot more sense. ] ...my mother passed away not long after that memory, and so did my father. Naming food, and some of her conventions of cooking... I started off making her terrible recipes on purpose, and I still name dishes now. Of course, now, I'm unable to cook entirely, because that was a very, very long time ago... but that was how it began.
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...I was certainly not in a very good place, at the time of that memory [ it was, actually, the worst time of his entire life; he was teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown. ] - but even before that, I did not want to.
...My mother was a queen. She had never had to cook a meal in her life, until we left the palace. But, she tried to learn all of the hard parts of common life the best that she could, sometimes successfully, and sometimes not. Even if it was horrible, it made her so happy when we ate her food, that I always ate it. We would, of course, try to convince her away from cooking somehow, but... I loved my mother, and we were miserable, so I would do anything to make sure she was happy, even that. Her food, with its silly names...
[ something in him softens, then, and he lifts his hand, touching his heart. ]
...You know, I used to be a pretty decent cook. I was naturally talented at most anything in my youth, so it wasn't difficult for me to figure out. [ that is probably hard to believe but.
it's about to make a lot more sense. ] ...my mother passed away not long after that memory, and so did my father. Naming food, and some of her conventions of cooking... I started off making her terrible recipes on purpose, and I still name dishes now. Of course, now, I'm unable to cook entirely, because that was a very, very long time ago... but that was how it began.