But the thing is, cooking that much for that long at such a fast pace means I can't chit-chat with friends and family, can't enjoy a nice glass of wine, and when I finally get to sit down to eat, I've been dealing with food so long I don't really savor it.
Maybe everyone was just being polite, but they seemed to really enjoy the steak, whereas all I could see was the flaws and ways I'd liked to have made it better. I think I've been cooking too much too often, and need to take a little break. After tonight, that is, when I'm making carre d'agneau ala moutarde. (Rack of lamb in mustard)
Maybe I'm just tired and a little hung over from the wine. Man I'm glad I don't own a restaurant or something.