I can cook a proper meal. A meal of green beans, potatoes and mushrooms. The beans and potatoes boiled. The mushrooms sauteed. Combined with slivers of garlic, crushed red pepper and chicken stock. Lovely companions. To that, hard boiled eggs and slices of a sturdy, flavorful cheese. Bread? Wine—red wine? Of course. Just one meal from one mightily built repertoire. It makes one feel solid and able—capable for the duration.