Last year, my dad gave me one of my favorite Christmas gifts I’ve ever received: a box full of recipes and supplies to cook a decadent dinner for my husband and me to enjoy. It was carefully curated, with specialty dried pasta, summer sausage, crackers, and expensive chocolates — he even tucked in a few food and cooking items I would never buy for myself. It was so my dad: As a master chef and baker he always knows the best recipes and the finest ingredients to make them. But it was also so perfect for me as someone who enjoys spending time in the kitchen. I don’t need more things at this point in my life; I love experiences. And what could be better than spending time cooking a savory pasta dish on a cold, snowy night?