I have an issue with Number 19, the last time I cooked with reckless abandon, so to speak, it turned out terrible. I think food must be cooked with love. I’m not a master chef but the best things I make; are those in which I pour my love into. I think the last ‘magical’ meal I made? Was this meal. 

However I’m human and I don’t do that all the time. House wife-ing is another type of job and some days I cut corners and cheat and feel annoyed cooking. Invariably, the food always tastes less magical but still edible!