I tried making dinner for my parents tonight, as a thank-you for putting me up before my big move to Boston - everything (roasted squash, quinoa with caramelized onions and dried cranberries, chicken braised with sherry and mushrooms) was good in theory but kind of suffered in execution. I've been in a terrible mood all week, and I honestly think that's what killed dinner tonight.
While I was in Boston with my boyfriend, in contrast, I had fantastic cooking mojo the whole time I was there (over a month) - perfect roast chicken, baked heirloom tomatoes, butterscotch brownies, eggplant parm, baked chickpeas, and on and on. I was also deliriously happy while I was there.
Do you guys ever find that a case of the blues shows up in your cooking? What do you do about it?