It’s been a very down week, but this afternoon perked me up. Cooking does that. It’s like a very nice SSRI. I can’t explain it. I don’t want to understand it from an intellectual stand point. I just know that creating a meal is a release in and of itself. Besides being somehow therapeutic, there’s also that spiritual side to it; for me it’s a way to connect with that part of me. There’s a similar feeling after a physical workout but not the same. The workout is more on the physical realm of my being, but cooking is for my emotional side. My spiritual essence can be helped by both, but one is not a replacement for the other.