But hanging out in front of the keyboard (look, a new LJ addict. Throw your spare change in the hat, folks) was more interesting than listening to the first hints that my body would like to be fed, and so yesterday I wound up in full headache-and-slightly-nauseous mode, while cooking a perfectly nice porterhouse to medium rare.
Today I got slightly more of a clue, and I now have the tofu thing in the oven. (1 pkg firm tofu, cubed; 8oz of extra sharp Cabot cheddar, grated. Mix with 1/2C heavy cream and 3 beaten eggs; add dried minced onion, garlic salt, and chili powder to taste. Bake in a 350F oven for 30 minutes in a buttered pan.) But I had damn well better break down and make the chili and get it into the fridge, because this is not a smart thing to do to myself.