Cooking as a labour meets the basic needs of
sustenance. Cooking meets my basic needs for survival but there is much
more to it. Recently my mother came down to Dunedin. We took a trip down
to the Catlins staying in a batch. My mother is a busy woman and gives a lot of
her time and energy into helping others. So when she was here my need was to be
a good host to her and look after her. Going away for the weekend it was her
need to not have to think about where we were going, doing or specifically what
we were eating. So for me it meant making a mental note of plan of what
we would be eating. Making sure we had the ingredients, if not purchasing them, taking
everything we would need with us. And being able to judge what my mother needed
or wanted. It was unsaid who would do the cooking but assumed it would be
me. I checked in with her what she wanted was she hungry and made a meal that I
knew would work and be tasty making the effort to make something that
would meet her needs. I made sure both our needs were met in that there would
be enough left over for lunch the next day. As the dinner was being cooked she
was able to relax and enabled us to chat and talk about the past. Before the
meal was made I had already met my need by allowing my mother to rest and us to
connect. The anticipation that dinner was on the stove and someone else
was looking after it was enough.
The need was really the need for reciprocity for what my
mother does for me and for others. Of course traditionally my mother had been
the one to do all the looking after of me, cooking having been a major
part of this. But in recent years it has changed not to me looking after my mother,
but the balance of give and take becoming more even. Cooking is one of the most
oboist ways for me to care for my mother and show her affection. And it
is a need of mine to show her my level of competence and ability to look after
others.
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