Some time ago, a cartoon in a French magazine showed a young mother, hands on her hips, telling her young boy still in a highchair:
“Dans quelques années tu venteras ma cuisine à une malheureuse. Et maintenant, mange et tais toi!”
“In a few years you will be bragging about my cooking to a disheartened woman. So now, just shut up and eat!”
A mother’s cooking is the memory around a feeling, rather than the taste of the food.