I don't often make the effort to cook. When I do, I enjoy it. Unless I'm pressed for time. I enjoy it especially when I know it's likely to turn out well...but there's no guarantee. This also needs to apply for anyone who might be eating it alongside me.
I can drink the wine, stir frantically, make a mess, sing loudly and, in true anal scientist mode, wash dishes and chopping boards as I work through the experiment/recipe.
This promises to be epic. Ad hoc, but epic nonetheless.
