Some of us love to cook, and some not so much. I would much rather cook the feast than dinner every night. That doesn't always turn out well for PH, but he never, ever complains about what I put in front of him, even when it's a "you're on your own tonight" night. Sadly for him, our friends think he eats like the feast every night.
The times we've gathered around the table after hours and days spent preparing a feast are the times I've gotten to know my cousins, my aunts and uncles, taken grandmother's skills for granted only to come to a new understanding when helping with the pots and pans afterward. We've listened to siblings and their children tell their news when visiting parents, we've listened to a new generation of cousins laugh and tell jokes and wiped up spilled milk from their end of the table.