In my case I cook to express myself. I can't sing, dance, or draw. Any fool can open a box from the freezer and nuke it. So it isn't to survive. As is quite apparent I express myself poorly and can't spell worth a damn. Cooking is kinda my imagination's way of escaping without any social disproval or getting arrested. It's a socially excepted release for my pent up feelings, I guess. All I need to cook is ingredients (like somebody's paints), a little discipline (no don't add icream to that salad) and a rough idea of want I want to create (no fool you can't make a blueberry and steak buckle). What's your reason to cook? -- It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut. Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?