Rise to the challenge... experiment with new recipes, new ingredients... well, there will be no coffee cakes in my world, none of the comfort foods of childhood, but maybe there will be better things. New things. (Maybe.) I'm still in mourning for all the beloved foods from my mom's kitchen.... fried chicken, asparagus in white sauce (butter, milk, flour), gravy, Swiss Steak, corn casserole, any kind of pie. She missed her dad's goulash. I miss every food I ever loved. Baked apple with sugar and cinnamon: never my favorite, but ok, I can try to convince myself it is. (No ice cream with it! The fake ice cream all tastes like coconut.) At least I'm alive and above ground... detaching from my obsession with food.