Sometimes when I am flipping through a cooking magazine or shopping at the deli, I become delusional. I have ideas of grandeur. The all empowering feeling of absolute surety that “Yes! I can bake that 8 layer specialty cake and cater for 20 people in half a day, no problem!” or “Today I feel my cooking bug stirring. Sure I’ll make a lasagne, in fact several and a decadent dessert and a chutney and some pesto and a beautiful light salad and maybe even cook something and freeze for the weekend!” It is this totally unfounded, impossible notion that I can do all that in a heartbeat just because I feel like it, that is my bane.