Recipe for Disaster

So you have me over for a meal, maybe even Thanksgiving dinner, and I compliment you on a particular dish you've prepared.

You respond by saying, "Oh! I'll give you the recipe!"

Did I ask you for the recipe? What I said was you cooked something to perfection. I don't want some directions written down on a piece of paper or maybe one of those cute little "From the Kitchen of ..." cards.

What I would like you to do is prepare the food for me on a regular basis. You can stop by with the dish or maybe hire one of those courier services to deliver. Don't worry I'm not afraid of ptomaine poisoning.

What I specifically don't want is to cook the aforementioned food myself. I like the way you do it.

So keep doing it. I don't even need to watch.