The smell of melted butter, rosemary, and garlic wrap around the room, pulling stragglers to the dining table. There is nothing quite like being surrounded by the aromas of cooking. Grabbing a recipe full of success and failure decides the fate of dinner, the love, or the hate. Sunday dinner is always a feast, and being in charge of it is stressful. Although it is fraught with demanding requests, the satisfactory smiles and round stomachs neutralize the distress. The creation of food is in reality a miracle. Combing unlike subjects to create something delectable. It is similar to writing taking an idea or an ingredient and creating it into a masterpiece.