There are not many activities which bring me more joy than a leisurely cooking experience on a weekday afternoon or evening, entirely soundtracked by a particular Spotify playlist (which I recently maxed out and had to make a second one) that was specifically curated to perfectly match the vibe of these languorous cooking jaunts.
No matter what I'm cooking (whatever it is, it probably has an inexplicable amount of cheese) or how delicious it is, the experience is truly the most enjoyable part, epitomizing the whole ethos of "is the journey or the destination most important?" In many instances — even when the food itself is downright superb — the destination is more fulfilling and enjoyable, whereas sometimes the meal or final product is a bit of a letdown or hours upon hours of "work" results in a quickly-eaten dish.
