Obsession With Cooking

Okay, I am aware that I went overboard Saturday night and cooked a lot more than I needed to. We could feed Noah, his family, and the animals for forty days and forty nights and still have enough food left over for the post-flood party. Much of the food I cooked was a creation of my own anxiety and was the fault of no one else. My girlfriend had encouraged me to keep things light, but instead I kept the light on in the kitchen into the wee hours of the night while I prepared dish after dish. The time spent could have been used for writing. Tonight should provide for more hours of writing . . . we're eating leftovers!