In my pre-van life, I would characterize cooking as a hobby of mine. It wasn't just a means to fill our stomachs daily, it was a ritual that I enjoyed. Many days were concluded with me listening to music, drinking a glass of wine, and taking my time preparing a meal from a recipe I'd found online or in a cookbook. Part of the joy for me was the anticipation of how it would be received. Many times my experiments would result in delicious meals, and many times we would choke down a failure with good humor.