Maybe it feels to confining. Too much like rules.
Somehow it feels like it stifles my flow and creativity. Guess I like to imagine I am conjuring up and magically creating something new every time.
The fact that I am a reluctant (for lack of a better word) cook may explain it. I cook for necessity not for the passion of it. I know people who touch heaven when they are in the kitchen.
And based on the exquisite foods they create I am pretty sure heaven comes down and touches them in the process.
I touch heaven when I draw, paint and run. Those activities fill me up - even when they are difficult. That is passion.
So in my daily cooking time I try to spice it up. (pun intended) Looking to make the process more exciting, adventurous... more of a game. So I wing it. A lot.
And guesstimate. Makes the doing more interesting.
And makes the results more of... an adventure. Nothing ever tastes exactly the same as it did last time. I know, there are pros and cons in that.
But the meals are there, hot, healthy and ready when everyone is hungry. And the cook is happy because she enjoyed the process.