Ah, I see what you mean. A recipe has a clear rhythm – prep, cook, plate – and each step builds on the last, just like a chapter adds a new layer to the plot. In the kitchen I trust that structure; it keeps the dish from falling apart. But a story also needs those little improvisations, the spontaneous spice that makes a flavor unique. I love the idea of a novel as a meal, but I also worry that a too‑rigid recipe might swallow the surprises that keep a reader guessing. Still, it’s a comforting framework, and if we mix a bit of tradition with a splash of daring, the whole experience becomes richer.