When I was in college, I would take cooked food from my parents' house on Sunday nights that would see me throughout the week in my dorm. My only relationship in cooking then was to press the button of my rice cooker and to reheat what I got from our house. I never thought of cooking from scratch and it never bugged me that I don't have any relationship with it even if my dorm was equipped with its own kitchen. It was spic and span when I arrived and after 4 years, it was still how I found it. Shiny and almost unused.
Mid-way through college, a new cafe opened right in front of where I was living. It was small with just three tables and the menu only had a few entries. One of them was fish fillet with tartare sauce. I have always loved this combination. I am not a mayo nor yogurt person but when they are made into this sauce, nothing else matters. I had to stop myself at times from going towards its direction. It was a plain and simple direction to addiction. I was crazy about their fish with tartare sauce.