I've missed cooking. For me it's so therapeutic. I feel good when I'm cooking. It makes me feel proud that I can create something so nice, I said it alright, from plants from nature. Mere vegetables turned into a memory of the mouth. I don't necessarily love eating the food I make, no. It just fulfils a hole inside me that gets deeper when i know I can't make someone happy. I love making the people I love happy. Get it? When they are happy I am happy too. So it's so much like a selfish way of me showing you I love you when i cook for you. Cooking makes me a bit happier especially when am going through a trying phase, like now. It just makes you forget and imagine only the aroma thats your creation residue. Here is pasta and creamed veggies. Sprinkled with feta cheese just for the extra tang! #amNosie and I am so goddamn weird even for myself. But I mean well. I swear I do. Always.