I'd lost the will to cook. Not to eat, mind you…. That never goes away. Nor to drink…. So much wine; so little time. I'd simply lost the will to cook. It would appear that I have gotten into a rut. I'm no longer content merely to put a decent meal on the table. It has to be creative.  Colorful.  A feast for the eyes as well as the palate…. … Continue reading →