My mother (whom I love very much) was a very enthusiastic cook when I was a kid. Enthusiastic in the same way someone who is tone deaf and likes to sing in the shower will gravitate to the mic in a karaoke bar. Until I got out into the real world, I did not realize that “Would you like some of the wet part or the crunchy part of the souffle?” was not normal dinner conversation, and “from scratch” did not involve a boxed mix. Nevertheless, I believe she was an Excellent Mother, and she passed along her enthusiasm for cooking to her offspring (who learned how to actually cook elsewhere, fortunately).