There are two parts of my brain. The passionate impulsive part and the scientific part.
The passionate part of my brain falls madly in love with recipes. It courts them with great fervor, spending hours upon hours day dreaming about what the recipe would be like. Writing its name plus mine in cute little hearts upon the back of my cook book covers.
In the mean time the scientific part of my brain wants to dissect a recipe. It wants to turn the recipe around, unscrew the cover poke around the insides and rearrange the inner workings. My scientific mind wants to know why a recipe works. Why choose this combination of ingredients or that? What does this flavor do with that? What makes the recipe tick.
Either way, between these two halves of my brain, I can’t ever seem to make any recipe that I see until I have thoroughly dissected it.