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Clearly, as it's not top of your list, you've not experienced "Trader Joe's Dunkers" and some good hot coffee. One of those things that make your third item truly rise to the occasion, or, alternatively, allows you to reward yourself for the deed.
They are chocolate chip cookies, oblong in design[^], that have the flavor and crunch of real cookies. They call them "Dunkers" because they are, by their shape, amenable to dunking - something which I personally disapprove of as crunch is a part of the multifaceted perceptual delight.
Before the soft cookies took over.
And before the commercial "big brands" started to taste of machine oil.
You can get regular Dunkers (as I do) or go for an oral orgasm with those that have the chocolate coated back.
A chocolate bar sold in Canada, which I've never seen in the US, is called Coffee Crisp. The center contains wafers and creamy coffee filling, which is then covered in chocolate. It was my favorite bar as a kid, which my friends thought was insane.
I love cooking, my friend comes over several times a week and I end up cooking for her, Tuesday's is also dedicated to dinner and Star Trek (she's a Trekkie!!!) with her - we're on season 3 of Discovery and loving it.
Tonight I'm actually making a meal for another friend, and this is fully catered - I'm going over to her house with a fully cooked dinner (chicken with mushrooms in a brown miso-tahini sauce, greens with toasted sesame oil and Braggs "soy sauce", and wild rice mix with chopped pecans.) Including plates, placemats, and candles.
How did that come about? Well, I also have a weekly "cooking with K." - K. is highly functional Asperger's but needs help with recipes and a quiet focused place to cook her meals for the week. When we brought back one of the large casserole dishes to K's house, my other friend (it's an "artists in residence" house where they live) said "wow, I wish someone would cook me a meal." So today is the day I fulfill her wish!
This! My son is a chef. very young chef. But he works chefs hours.
I love having him cook for me and the family. He made thanksgiving gravy etc... with his mom. It was amazing. Best I have ever had and I don't like turkey meal.
I also love to dickens cooking for him. He works chefs hours and is tired of cooking for someone else and will text me on the way home. Dad can you make me some supper, I am super tired and famished. And That is a blast to make some comfort food for him while he drives home and talk to him about his day.
So both sides of this.
My List of things.
Seeing something I wrote years ago still being used by an organization.
Cooking or eating with family and close friends.
playing fetch with the dog.
Just a few of my favorite things.
To err is human to really elephant it up you need a computer
I do the cooking for my girlfriend. At this point, my wife of forty-five years and I do all the cooking (an outlet for the chemist in me).
I never cook the same thing twice - most of my friend in college were Chinese (Taiwan, British Hong Kong at that time). I learned to cook properly then (no meal plan- everyone cooked). There's one real lesson I learned from one particular friend (slept on packing bubbles on his floor for a while - quite comfortable but noisy) and that was about ingredients.
What are the correct ingredients for what you are making? Whatever you have available, those are them. Mostly one-pot cooking (if you don't count my ancient rice-cooker).
A last remark - cooking take time and effort and you can be thinking whilst you do it. Doing it for someone in need must inspire some nice things while you cook, and later, while you/they eat.
When I got my new job I immediately made a huge difference to the company's productivity. I used to "do three impossible things before breakfast" (actually before lunch) and got widespread praise and admiration.
After a while it was expected... and I got criticized for running out of miracles to perform! Life sucks, sometimes.
In my current job, I get respect because I ration my miracles to whenever I feel like performing them.
- I would love to change the world, but they won’t give me the source code.
I have a rather strange cat. He likes his stomach petted and will walk over to me and roll over so I can do it for him. I have had cats for about fifty years and this is the first one that has ever done this kind of thing. All of the others thought I was playing with them when I did it.
"They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers! Can I get an amen?"