"There is nothing quite so generous as sharing a treasured recipe—of whispering that long-held secret ingredient. It’s quite a gift. I know of people who have jealously guarded recipes all the way to the grave! A friend told me the story of two women she knew who were close in every way but one—sharing recipes. There was a dish in particular that one women had been trying to coax out of her friend for forty years, to no avail. She tried to prepare it on her own, but it never quite worked and she couldn’t find the missing ingredient.
It so happens that her friend became ill and knew she was dying. As she lay in bed, almost too weak to speak, she motioned for the woman to lean close, and whispered with what was practically her dying breath, ‘Cinnamon.’”
Betsy Bloomingdale, Entertaining with Betsy Bloomingdale
It so happens that her friend became ill and knew she was dying. As she lay in bed, almost too weak to speak, she motioned for the woman to lean close, and whispered with what was practically her dying breath, ‘Cinnamon.’”
Betsy Bloomingdale, Entertaining with Betsy Bloomingdale
 "Entertaining with Betsy Bloomingdale" |  Cinnamon Engraving, "Botanica Pharmaceutica", 1788 |
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