I think it would be nice if you could include a greater slant to the growing, happy side of your persona - it wouldn't be too hard to assume (as I erroneously did at first) that you were a depression-racked, paranoid loony. Not so much from this issue, but as a general pattern from earlier issues. I've learnt, though. You're not paranoid.
What does cooking mean? It means the knowledge of Media and of Circe, and of Calypso, and Sheba. It means knowledge of all herbs , and fruits. and balms and spices. . . . I means the economy of your great-grandmother and the science of modern chemistry, and French art, and Arabian hospitality. It means, in fine, that your are to see imperatively, that everyone has something nice to eat.
Indeed, Mr. Jefferson, what could be invented to debase the ancient Christianism, which Greeks, Romans, Hebrews and Christian factions, above all the Catholics, have not fraudulently imposed upon the public? Miracles after miracles have rolled down in torrents, wave succeeding wave in the Catholic church, from the Council of Nice, and long before, to this day.
Most of us, swimming against tides of trouble the world knows nothing about, need only a bit of praise or encouragement and we'll make the goal. Say "Thank you!" whenever you think of it. Say "Nice job!" to that workman who put extra effort into his task. Say "Atta boy!" to the fellow who is struggling through in the face of odds. You'll get a whale of a lot of joy out of life that way. And people will love you.