Franklin was quite pleased with the situation, as the spices combined with the relatively large variation of meats and vegetables meant he could cook again. Real cooking, not just skewer an iguana on a stick and roast it over an oil drum fire. It's a mystery how cooking is just about the only time he doesn't have that expression on his face that makes him look like he's about 3 seconds away from planting his fist in someone's face, especially when he's so very bad at it. Every cooking mistake there exists, he's made it. Still, he's settled at a 'mostly edible' level of skill, and since cooking's the only time he seems... not happy, but peaceful, perhaps, people don't complain much.