I have often heard people speak of cooking as if it were a disease that one should take painstaking care not to contract. To them, the act of cooking is a heinous chore that is at the bottommost level of their to-do list, well below a trip to the dentist and being trapped in an elevator with an unkempt person emitting noxious fumes. Come on, people, it’s not science (unless, of course, you’re into the whole molecular gastronomy scene), it’s cooking. When you walk into the kitchen with a defeatist attitude, you walk away with, well, slop. If that’s the case, save yourself the trouble and head to the freezer . . . I hear frozen pizzas are all the rage.