It drives my wife insane. But I’m not real diligent about following recipes (let’s not even get into instruction manuals). It does have an upside. My wife gets to savor the smug satisfaction of asking, “you didn’t read the directions, did you?”
However, there is a growing movement that says we don’t need no stinking recipes. For them, it’s a matter of creativity, of harnessing the Fundamental Culinary Forces of the Universe. For me, it’s a matter of laziness, impatience and an urge for fun-with-spices.
Teach a man to fish and you won’t have to feed him. Teach a man to cook fish and you won’t need to give him recipes. There’s a lot to be said for learnng the fundamentals of cookery. For understanding why food tastes the way it does, and how to manipulate those tastes.
Besides, it’s a pleasure when I cobble together a soup and my wife goes, “not bad.”