Sorry, pity party coming. Rainy afternoon; sitting, thinking, hungry, drinking. (Rolling Stones Spider to the Fly reference) I've done the chef thing for my career, still do. I do all the cooking. Everywhere, every day. I'm surrounded by food in my cupboards, but just don't want to do it. One day, JUST ONE DAY, I would love to come home to a prepared meal. Wish it was today!