I made seaweed soup today. I'm waiting for my husband to come home and taste its goodness. I guess when it comes to cooking, my dream is that everyone who tastes of anything I cook would be so enthralled that they would proclaim, "Dear God! What are these pleasures on my taste buds!?" It's because I'm a perfectionist. Over this past year, I've gotten much better. I don't fish for compliments from Danny as much anymore. I just need a decent head nod, a murmur of pleasure, a raising of eyebrows, and a "this is good."