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.
Though I wouldn't say the stromboli was a smashing success, the pizza we made with the other lump of dough was pretty tasty. Joe says he wants me to make more... I'm not sure if my breadmaker and I are on speaking terms just yet.