I'm constantly amazed at what a good cook my GF is. Her meals don't just taste great, they're healthy. And she creates them out of whatever bizarre stuff is left over in my fridge or growing in the garden.
Yesterday she picked all kinds of berries - red and black currants, raspberries, blackberries, elderberries, aronia berries and who-knows-what-else. This morning we had "sour-berry sauce" on pancakes. Absolutely delicious.
The only problem with these gastronomical masterpieces is that while she's making them, her three-year-old is busy drinking bottles of cough syrup, drawing on the walls, smearing poop on himself, etc.