If I could not cook for the people I love then I would sooner explode, there are so few ways you can tell someone "put your guard down and relax, I have made a safe spot in our home where there is no trouble, only full plates"
And no one asked you, but you love them so you do it because it's the only thing you can do.
It's so primal to have people leave their weapons and prejudice at the door and to fall into a haze of protection, sorry I'm being sappy I just love indirect ways of letting people know that you and them are one, in a community, in a home, as a human.
I'd fill an enemy with my best cooking easily and readily before I ever let the sacred communal act of sharing peace like that fall to the wayside.