I can appreciate this!
"...everyday creative activities like cooking and baking lead to increased well-being. Maybe you can have your cake and eat it.... As well as things like painting, knitting, and creative writing, being busy in the kitchen was found to be "a means of cultivating positive psychological functioning." And who can feel down when there's a double chocolate fudge cake baking in the oven?..."
What have you baked or cooked lately that got you out of a crappy mood?
Full article: https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/d...ource=vicefbus
"...everyday creative activities like cooking and baking lead to increased well-being. Maybe you can have your cake and eat it.... As well as things like painting, knitting, and creative writing, being busy in the kitchen was found to be "a means of cultivating positive psychological functioning." And who can feel down when there's a double chocolate fudge cake baking in the oven?..."
What have you baked or cooked lately that got you out of a crappy mood?
Full article: https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/d...ource=vicefbus






It didn't require a whole of creativity, but it was pretty dang good! And dirt cheap when on sale at Kroger for around $5 for a two pack.

That and the fact the chick that checked her out looked like she had a sh**ty day fishing with 2 hoops in her bottom lip, one in the top and two in her nose. To each their own. It was getting late for a lunch at home as we planned on smash burgers, so we just went to the local sports bar since burgers are on special for Sunday. Well, my bun was completely soaked in burger grease and inedible, her chicken sandwich wasn't up to par, so basically we had a sh**ty lunch. This brings us back to the original story of cooking chickens for dinner. After we got home from lunch, the Guinness I had at the bar kicked in and I ended up taking a nap. By the time I woke up it was 4:30 and we needed the chicken for dinner. Long story short, the grill dropped in temp while I was watching NAPCAR and 2 hours later the damn sh**ty chickens were only at 120. That's what I get for not monitoring temps. We ended up eating at 8:15 and we both were in a sh**ty mood after that, but still had enough humor to laugh it off as we agreed we had a sh**ty kind of day. I think tonight I will just have some leftover sh**ty chicken on a salad. How bad can I screw that up?



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