My kitchen bookshelf looks like an Ottolenghi altar, and my pantry stocks things like black garlic, ponzu sauce, dried lime, and other ingredients that you can’t find at the local SuperValu. None of this makes cooking an easy peasy creatively rewarding activity in our household. Not when you have to do it every single day. Still, I like my food to be really really nice. So why would I go around ordering meal kits? Mental...