It's very, very odd. If you sit at your piano or guitar, and play some tunes, if you're alone, you get satisfaction, you can fuck up and not worry about it, you can experiment, but at the end of it, it's only you. If no one is listening, then you get this weird feeling that you really haven't accomplished anything. No one is there to pat you on the back and say "well played!"
It's the same with cooking. Most sane people, left alone, would just take the easiest route to satisfying their hunger. What single person in their right mind would go to elaborate lengths to complicate things, whether by making everything more expensive, more laborious, or generally just more difficult? Why not just take the fastest route from A to B instead of going through A-, A+, B- and B+ to satisfy one's urge? Why not skip making some experimental dinner and just go have a hamburger at the local diner instead? Christ, sure beats trimming 65 green beans.
I have no answer. I complicate my life unnecessarily routinely, with absolutely no logical reason to back me up.
You know you. You know that sometimes you ask yourself, at 4 a.m. as you toss and turn, why did I do that? Why DO I DO that?
Well, Flock, as you all must know by now, through reading all these ramblings past and present, the answer is simple.
You do it