Mind you, I don't just cook because I like it, or because people need food. I also cook as therapy. If I've had a frustrating day at work, or like yesterday I have the feeling that the world's insanity is getting to me and I'm getting angry without being able to do anything, I start cooking. It helps me clear my mind. I put on a spotify playlist, start chopping and after an hour or 2, I feel better. I may not have solved any of the world's problems, but I made food. In some very marginal way, I've made the world a better place for at least someone.
Yesterday shortly after midnight I ran out of ingredients and decided to call it. Technically I still had meat for spaghetti sauce but it would take far too long to cool down.