A weird personal thing; before the pandemic I cooked on the fly, throwing stuff together, maybe inspired by something I had at a restaurant. I started using recipes (loosely) much more often when I ate in more often (most of why I liked restaurants was getting out of the house).
The weirder part; I’ve apparently spent so much time cooking chicken gizzards and livers as a treat that I no longer think of chicken nuggets as a low quality special thing to eat too much of.