Yesterday I made the delicious desert illustrated below: dark chocolate cups with whipped cream and berries. Adam expressed his approval of the desert in just enough instances so that I can be sure it was a huge hit.
It is interesting how closely my enjoyment of food and of food preparation is tied to the way I feel. When I'm feeling good, there is almost nothing I like more. Cooking, like working out, is a meditative experience: my mind empties and my body switches to auto-pilot. When I'm not feeling good, however, the thought of coming close to food sickens me, and I can barely walk in the kitchen.