There have only been a handful of times in my life when I didn’t want to cook. This is one of them. For a couple of days, we just ate out or ordered something sent over. I did send up a big pot of chicken noodle soup to the family, because they wanted it. I guess we had to eat, but I had no interest in figuring out meals for us or lighting the stove. After a while we thought we’d better fix something, so Dave grilled some chicken and I rustled up a big pan of vegetable curry. We ate it on trays in front of the tv watching “The Newsroom,” my newest tv crush.