Experimental cooking can be a source of deep joy--or agony--depending on how it turns out. The perfect meal shared with a good companion puts me in a deliciously good mood. But unhealthy, un-tasty, untimely meals put me in a frump. This is my quest for good foods and good moods.
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do you remember, did I make that pie, or did Joel?
I remember a lot of stirring and heating without thickening, but the meringue looks nice, hey?
I guess I always thought it was a joint effort... but we stayed out of the kitchen when it the brother's turn to cook.
Did we get dessert that night?
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