“THE TROUBLE WITH YOU,” my wife began, before pausing dramatically. I braced myself for a litany of defects. “The trouble,” she continued, “is that you’re too proud and lazy to follow recipes. You won’t acknowledge anyone else’s ideas and you can’t be bothered to give them a try.”
I took a moment to consider, then dismissed the charge.
I dislike recipes because they come prescriptively, . Readers of this column know that I eschew imperative
