Communo and Cooking? Why even bother?

Many times there are options available to the usual "waiting".  I heard a poem on MPR and decided to paraphrase it for the purposes of explaining my interest in cooking and serving food to those who are interested in eating well and the community we surround ourselves by.   Sometimes I think that there is another way to be in the universe, but the reality is that what we are is what we were meant to be.   Each moment is a possibility.
"CURTAIN CALL

            It seemed as though I had been waiting for life to begin forever,

            One moment would be the one

            When my life could begin,

            But that moment never arrived.

            Life did not stand still.

            I could look back to see what happened,

            I could look ahead to what might be,

            I chose to observe the moment I was in.

            Knowing was the result.

            Friends, family, life, work, events

            Were the life that had already begun.

            Each a moment of discovery

            Each awareness impacted the world in ways I could not know.

            The curtain call

            Was life itself, it’s own command performance,

            A world peace unlimited by self."

This is an explanation for me of what happens every time we wake up to face a new day.  When you are alone you want to be with someone, when you are surrounded by too much to do, you blame fate or others for being too stressed out.  In all of that the reality of what we face, the opportunities we have, the joy we can bring to others, the opportunity to take care of ourselves, can disappear.

So you happen to have 3 hours before bedtime....frequently....Many options are available, worry about tomorrow, watch free tv on wifi, stare at the wall....get involved with things or people who are "not that in to you", go shopping, think about the past, join a health club, give a class, take a class.....there certainly is a lot out there.
For me, when I am actually in the moment there is a discomfort at first, kind of like the cogs in a wheel, gears that are interlocking or trying to find each other.  Some fear that the moment won't be the right one, or the effort won't be adequate, or it will simply be all wrong.  That split second is the one where the decision has to be made to engage in the very present without the fears about what might be or the concern about what should be.   When that happens I know and the knowing is a discovery as I paraphrased in the poem I heard.   Basically I only remember one word from the poem "waiting" and it triggered off the above cascade of thoughts.
So I cook, and observe the food and relish in my relishes so to speak............