I wouldn't call it a cooking kick, exactly. More like I'm thinking about cooking some new dishes. I'm thinking, "hey. I like to eat. I like good food. I like to cook. This could be fun."
Then I start looking at cookbooks. Jesse bought me Quick Vegetarian Pleasures because he so adores meat free meals. Small problem. The family acts indignant if I put pasta in front of them, the kids hate potatoes, and vegetables are only good for rearranging on their plate. I have found two recipes that may pass muster. One for enchiladas (everyone will complain it's too spicy. wimps.) And another for vegetable couscous, which Jesse will like but the kids will detest.
And now I remember why I don't cook. I am completely unappreciated when I do and even more reviled when I don't. Who wants cold cereal tonight?