Some people (and you know who you are) do not share recipes. It’s time to give, darlings. Wouldn’t you rather be known as a big-hearted person who shares the wealth? And even if you write out your prized recipe in painstaking detail, your friend’s version will come out different. Different stove, different cookware, different cook. We each make recipes our own.
Yesterday, I made black-eyed peas with fennel and kale, guiltily sure I’d pinched the recipe from the excellent Paula Wolfert. With my fragrant stew simmering, I checked her book The Slow Mediterranean Kitchen and found my version, which I’ve made dozens of times, has almost nothing in common with hers. I couldn’t believe it — where was the garlic in her recipe? And the jalapeno? And the anisette? I was sure her recipe had tomato paste. Mine sure does.