Those of you who know me well may be surprised at this next statement, but food was not important to me during much of last year. Or more accurately, food gradually lost some of its importance. Birthdays came and went without cakes. Anniversary celebrations weren't. Pizza Night became an obligation, and cooking became a chore. Puff pastry, creme brulee, and meringue don't stand a chance against heavy-weights like Foreclosure, Bankrupcy, and Booze. Or, to get even more graphic and metaphorical, how can you eat brioche when Reality is being crammed down your throat?