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.
We know we aren't really supposed to be baby peeping this late in the game, but the birds were very still-- they didn't seem the least bit inclined to jump for freedom. Notice the blue feathers that have popped free of their sheaths.
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