For a cook to lose interest in food is catastrophic.
I have and it is.
I'm eating but only fragments of what is usually on my plate. The gusto has gone.
I've been trying to rekindle my adoration of food by flicking through books but nothing has the power to keep me interested. My concentration levels are below low!

I made Sausage Saxony for tonight's tea. Mum liked it but only ate one sausage, Mr Horsehound loved it, I though thought it was just ok.
I think I'm just dead tired.

I'm thinking about cooking with less meat. A few beany veggies meals and flans with spinach and ricotta seem tempting. I wont though be serving these dishes to mum, it wouldn't be fair to inflict vegetarianism onto the old carnivore.
She'll still sink her tooth into a portion of pig.
I on the other hand can't bear the thought of eating anything which might possess a soul. I think tonight's sausage is the end.