My Dad loved to cook. Food was definitely one of his passions. When he would visit me he would cook, as he loved to and we would eat together on the kitchen island (because I didn't have any other furniture).
I am terrible with remembering to take photos, and am very regretful for it. But here is one of my Dad in the reflection of the oven, eating dinner in our Nevada house. I will be changing that about myself. As I reflect back on the last 20 years, I don't have enough photographs of my loved ones.