In a conversation the other day we were trying to figure out why some people won't share their recipes but couldn't make sense of it. This made me start grinding on a friend who died the first part of this year and how I had shared countess recipes and made meals for her but when I asked for her recipe for pico de gallo she told me it was her secret. At first I was mad but over time I've decided that perhaps that was the only thing she had that made her feel worthy or special,how sad is that? Something to consider next time someone refuses to share what is valuable to them,that or I'm entirely full of crap,another distinct possibility.
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