When I've had a really crappy day, I usually don't feel like cooking. In fact I don't feel like doing anything more than curl up into a little ball and cry my eyes out. Fortunately I've learned through experience that, while crying your heart out is immensely satisfying, you usually only end up with a stuffy head and red eyes to show for all your efforts. Not a great prospect. Releasing my frustrations in the kitchen however has always led to positive results. The chopping, mixing, frying and tasting seems to have a calming influence on me. Especially when paired with a glass of wine and a listening ear in the guise of TheHusband.
