Funny has two flavours.
One that makes and one that tastes.
We can be both, but we are not necessarily both.
One cooks, one eats.
One can eat what one can cook. Not always, though. It’s always better when someone else eats what we cook.
A friend refused to come to my place ever, because he discovered that I cook. I am now referring to ‘real’ cooking. Like food. He is afraid of dying of food poisoning.
That is funny.
I tried to be funny once. I wrote a post.
You are funny or you are not.
Perhaps you cannot always be funny.
Or, once you were funny, now you are not. Maybe you will be funny later.
What you cook remains the same but their tastes change.
Maybe you will cook differently in some time.
Maybe it will appeal to the new tastes.
What’s important, is the food.
Not whether you cook it or eat it.
One who eats is as important as the one who cooks.
The kitchen needs the dining room. And vice versa.