I've run up against a horrible thing: cooker's block. Okay, it's partially because Brigitte is rejecting my tendency to Xtreme-fat recipes (see scalloped potatoes) but it seems like I've cooked everything in the world twice. Even the old refuge of reverting to simplicity (charcuterie night, for example -- nothing cooked) doesn't seem to hold the satisfaction which I've always derived from cooking a large, complicated meal.
Torpedoes be damned -- just reading the words "scalloped potatoes" and I'm out of here to the store. TONIGHT I WILL HAVE SCALLOPED POTATOES WITH FOUR CHEESES.