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.
Joe had his third semester final on Saturday, so we went to Old Chicago to celebrate. Shown here: my artichoke and spinach calzone and Joe's thick crust pizza.
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