I haven't cooked for weeks. Or maybe months. I've looked at summer fruits and vegetables and felt utterly uninspired. I haven't been interested in Saturday trips to the farmers' market. I've started to wonder if something in me broke or became disconnected, at least I was mildly wondering until I walked into the kitchen today and wanted to make a blueberry pie. And then wanted to make tomato galettes in tiny pie plates. Before the afternoon was over, I'd made brussel sprouts, corn on the cob, a roast chicken, a tomato galette with basil, a tomato galette with rosemary and garlic, granola and a blueberry pie.