This is what happens when I get it in my head that I want to cook more: I go to IKEA, buy fabulous new cookware, including a new chef knife, then hit the store and stock up on tons of food, break out a new lasagna recipe I've never tried, spend two hours cooking in my tiny kitchen, cut my finger with my new chef knife, celebrate, then finish off with a twirl, a flourish, and a little presentation.

Delicious home-made lasagna plus Ralph's garlic bread plus caesar salad a la Phil equals nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom. Seriously. Chez Phil is in the house.