This piece originally appeared on MyRecipes.com.
The latest film to take place in the magical wizarding world (of Harry freaking Potter!) has hit the big screen. And even though I have literally no clue whatsoever what Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them is supposed to be about—because the plotline is somehow derived from a textbook referenced within the Harry Potter series’ plotline—I am incredibly excited about it. Why? Because there was a time that I recall very fondly during my childhood when I creeped around the house wearing a bathrobe over my clothes at all times, with a wooden dowel (i.e. magic wand straight from Ollivander’s) in one hand and whatever volume of HP I was rereading for the 3rd time at that moment in the other. I outgrew that bathrobe by about the 5th grade, but oddly enough, as I grew older, I only managed to find more and more people like me… generally rational human beings who found incredible pleasure in a luxuriously easy read that transported them to a magical world far away from their own. A world made only more magical by British accents and extensive depictions of captivating foods.