I don't cook except for making candy. I make the old-fashioned kind. Like fudge:
And my favorite that my mother used to make when I was a kid, peanut butter candy:
Tomorrow I get to cut them and parcel them out. It's hard to know who eats candy and who doesn't nowadays but I've never had anyone refuse it. My petsitter gets a package and also the vet's office for their loving care of my sweet cats. Then my critique partners and some other friends.
I try to give it all away--yes, I do, I really do!--but somehow there always seem to be a few pieces left over.
Guess they'll take care of those pounds I've struggled to lose.