The cooking thing is still happening. To the uninitiated, which in this case includes everyone except my mother, this is no big deal. But to me it seems like a huge change. I didn't take cooking lessons or acquire some skill I never had before. Only the will to go to the trouble of cooking. To clean, cook, clean, eat, and clean. But I feel better. I'm so tired of over-salted restaurant food (except the Melting Pot, which is no less than where food goes when it's good), and not being able to have exactly what I want.
I made bean casserole. The beans could have used more cooking time, but the flavor was good. And I added things with wild abandon, that weren't in the recipe.