long processes

i have recently rediscovered my love for cooking and kitchen time. its a surprise as i was getting to the stage where i thought a) i hated anything to do with the kitchen/ food b) that nothing much was making me happy or inspired any form of emotion, so this recently rediscovered happy desire is awesome to say the least. yesterday, after a long but fruitless meeting, i was suddenly filled with culinary inspiration and desire, and came home to cook up a feast of extraordinary proportions. i documented the proceedings, and the proof is on flickr. it was chinese chicken dumplings in broth to start, followed by lamb chops with vegetable baskets, all happily rounded off with chocolate puddings with banana and peanut butter insides. needless to say, after 4 hours of prep, and two tons of food, i was exhausted and rolled to bed happy and beaming, something that that much food and the accompanying wine would help me to achieve. tonight i have a friends dinner party to attend; its her last day of waitressing, before she starts her great new job tomorrow, so we are having a 'burning of the apron' party. im already getting excited about the prospects of more wonderful food as apparently there is curry and indian delights to be expected (as well as burning and freedom rituals)..
think that this new found love may be a problematic romance!?