"I've tried and tried, why doesn't it taste like yours, auntie?"
"The secret ingredient is love. Pour your heart into it."
That was a bit of a fib. The secret ingredient was sleight of hand and a bit of MSG but Aunt Audrey planned to take that to her grave.
Recipes aren't just food manuals, they carry a lot of emotion and history so I suppose it's understandable that secrets will be kept from time to time. On another note, I almost wrote a poem today. I could feel it pushing it's way to the surface but it's not quite ready yet.
The random word this story was based on is "bit".
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