Cooking and writing have at least one thing in common. In both cases you  have to know who your audience is.
Back in the early 90’s I volunteered at an AIDS hospice in Tacoma,  Washington. I drove residents to medical appointments, did laundry,  dispensed medications and cleaned up every substance that could come out  of a human body.
It felt good to see to other people’s needs, but I wanted a chance to do  something really personal.
I wanted a chance to use my skills.
So one night when the regular cook was busy I offered to make dinner for  the residents, staff and volunteers.
My supervisor, Deanna, a kind woman in her sixties, raised an eyebrow as  she asked, “Are you sure you can prepare a sit down dinner for 14  people?” 
With my Italian mother and Jewish father and my childhood full of  marathon cooking sessions, I answered truthfully:
“I don’t know how to make dinner for 
less than 14 people.”
"All-righty then."