This is a work in progress. Tastes change. Memories change. Recipes are always being revised. I could not but help draw parallels between the flow of life and the use of metaphors to explain some things. No big book Doing some genealogical studies a few years back, I looked and looked on the Internet for a recipe for “chili sauce” that my great aunt Rose had assembled in her Nicetown kitchen (Phila.) Some fifty odd years ago during a long summer break in grade school. |
philosophy here. Just trial and error flavors, some empirical mixed in, along with spices derived from life’s ebb and flow.