It reminds me of what Dad said to me once, when he was alive (he left us in 1996). He said he looked forward to me coming over, as he never had to buy anything in. He knew I would look in the cupboards and fridge, and concoct something delicious.
He loved the inventiveness of it. Mum's cooking was a bit 'samey' and he liked a bit of spice in his life. Good old Dad. I don’t think of you often - or often enough. Hope you’re well and happy where you are.
If you fancy a a bit of spice in your life, try The Curious Cook's Book