Breakfast
There's nothing I love more than making breakfast for someone. Curious that I realize this, as I've only really had the opportunity to do this for a little under two years now. Before that, I was living at home or in the dorms without cuisine capabilities. I'm simply immensely satisfied by waking up, reasonably early (say, before lunch is the best option) and putting together a huge omlette or pancakes from scratch. I make breakfast with all the extras; toast, juice, fruit, butter, sausage. And I love to cook breakfast because I don't ever feel tired or worn down making it, I feel pleasantly domestic and free from the stress that's always present at the end of the day.

I've always thought that cooking for someone is really one of the most intimate gifts someone can give, aside from, well, other intimate gifts, and I really love to do it to show my appreciation for my good friends. I think we all ought to get together and make fabulous meals more often. But breakfast, well, it's special. It's starting out the day whole and right and meeting with someone (regardless whether they've just stayed the night or are coming over) right after they've just woken up. It makes me smile.