These have been sad days. On Sunday I made delicious angel food cake, flan, and a gourmet Italian dish, but it all went under appreciated. Teresa decided to get sick to the point of being repulsed by all food. My three-year-old couldn’t eat any of it, because she was being naughty and still had to finish her breakfast. Only my one-year-old could appreciate my fine cooking. But she doesn’t talk, so for all I know, she hates it. Now you know why I’m battling depression.