I enjoy cooking, but I will go for long periods of time without wanting to. I can't bake to save my life, except for macaroons, and I don't think that really counts as baking, lol. Except for a few basic meals, I usually need a cookbook. I get really into it when I do. I put on music, and bounce around in between chopping. I really enjoy cooking for other people, but have only ever had two "dinner parties", and they were more hilarious than delicious. For one, I cooked an elaborate couscous with some kind of veggie combo, and a black olive tapenade/bruschetta (my guests were vegetarian.). The problem was that at the time, my apartment was the sweltering top-floor of a Brooklyn brownstone in the middle of summer, so all of that hot food just wasn't appetizing. To top things off, I wanted to serve ice-cream sandwiches for dessert, but my refrigerator decided to break, so instead, we had ice cream soup with cookie mush, lol. Typical! I dream of cooking for a boyfriend again. I was pretty good at making the occasional treat.