Probably the first thing people learn about me is that I love to cook. I take pride in that fact and I take immense pride in the food I make. I put all of my heart and soul into the food I prepare. When it turns out to be less than I imagined, I usually have a small temper tantrum and whatever I made ends up in the trash. I once threw away a 3 layer chocolate cake that I spent 4 hours making because the icing didn't set up on the cake the way I wanted it to. The cake tasted perfectly wonderful and anyone would have been glad to have it, but I couldn't give anything away that I considered less than amazing. Conversely, when something I've schemed up and executed turns out exactly as I planned, or sometimes better, the joy I feel is utterly inexplicable. I imagine it's akin to the feeling a parent gets when their child does something praiseworthy -- they just want to tell the world. And that is how I feel right now.
And so, I present my piece de resistance: Roasted pork loin crusted with spices, accented with a blackberry and rosemary reduction, supported by a mound of luciously creamy mashed red potatoes, and a green salad. 
As my down the hall neighbor said, "Man, if I could eat with my eyes, I'd already be full." And that, I thought/replied, "Just wait until you taste it."
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