In particular, the chapter on meat (How to Carve the Wolf), Fisher describes her Prune Roast recipe, which other cooks have told her is "not wholly dependable: sometimes the prunes cook to bits; sometimes the sauce is too thin or too thick." And she concludes: "I have never found this to be true, but I do know that no recipe in the world is independent of the tides, the moon, the physical and emotional temperatures surrounding its performance."
This line felt like such a perfect response to my trio of tortilla soups attempts, I just had to include it here. (Also, can someone please braid my hair like this?)
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