Think cooking has become my new emotional outlet. Every weekend as I spend a few hours cleaning, chopping, slicing, stirring, boiling, frying for no less than 5 people... no more than 10... the vision of my corporate CEO girl-power super engineer self slips further and further away. And I surprise myself by not even complaining. I like the washing up and the tidying up of the kitchen. I don't mind the hours spent just deskinning a chicken. I can't wait to get my own apartment next year and become a Monica. I'm becoming obsessed. And it all started with a certain table somewhere in RJ.