I have these lovely, charming friends, at whose house I often eat dinner. They're both pretty good in the kitchen, which is a good thing, as both of them have the idea that a recipe will only slow them down. What's up with this? In my type-A OCD world, I need a recipe and follow it to the letter (especially the first time). These friends usually produce good food, but there have been some crazy mistakes - the cheesecake that was burnt on the edges and liquid within is my personal favorite. We needed both knives and straws to consume it.