Crepes in the morning -- the ingredients are standard pantry dwellers. Baking seems to create the most amusement, so I do so as often as our anabolisms allow. Cookies during the holidays. My horrid grandmother made hundreds every year. I once made lobster bisque for dinner. None of the guests liked it. We had to go straight to the creme brulee for dessert. Too much cream and not enough tomato, I think. Either way, we were all convinced that it was the food itself we didn't enjoy, not the cooking.