My year in food (that I cooked/prepared) can be summed up in one word: eggs. Hands down.
But it was also a year, of invention & reinvention, or should I say cover+remixes. And sure I can count the burnt rice, burned meat, spoiled dishes, expired food, the many food stuff that I had to throw away, whilst mumbling, so-sorry, but there were good times, positively.
Have I adequately fed myself? Definitely, maybe.