Before my mom got to the point of not being able to cook anymore, we routinely cooked together for most of my life (as in, from the age of about 8 until I was 31. I'm 34 now). It was wonderful. We'd get excited, try new things, make little rest batches to try out new spice ideas. Cooking with someone else, someone that you love, get along with, is a fantastic experience. It adds so much to life. Cooking, food, meals, eating, it's our most basic and lasting form of art, a showcase of love and expression. Doing that collaboratively can be a really splendid thing.

if you don't mind me asking, is your wife still with you?