Recipes as gifts (Samin Nosrat post #2)

As (Samin) Nosrat herself started to feel better—after she went back on antidepressants, which, she said, “I’m never going off again”—she searched for a way to make a book of recipes that still felt like her. Looking up the etymology of “recipe,” she learned that its roots are in the Latin verb recipiō, to receive. “It’s the imperative form,” she said. “It’s, like, ‘Here, take this.’ ” What if, she thought, instead of thinking of recipes as imperfect tools, or as a failure of her method, she thought of them as gifts?
https://www.newyorker.com/culture/persons-of-interest/how-samin-nosrat-learned-to-love-the-recipe

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Here, my friend: it's a recipe for fighting tyranny!

I copied down the 20 lessons,

put them in my own handwriting,

wrote each word, carefully.

It's for you to keep.

It's not like it's the only way to do it,

because we probably don't have all the right ingredients in our pantry.

But I'm pretty sure you have most of what you need:

knowledge, energy, strength to persist -

I found mine in the back of the cabinet.

Really good salt makes a difference, so go ahead and borrow some from your neighbor.

Tell her what you're cooking up, tell her you'll bring her a slice or two.

And hey, I noticed - this one, it's a good one for doubling, you know, 

make extra and put some in the freezer

for when you don't feel like you can cook, or fight.

It's not about perfection; 20 steps, goodness! What an effort!

But you can go out of order, or skip a few steps and come back, it's kinda miraculous.

Read the whole thing through... find your way... experiment a bit, it's okay, they definitely said that's okay.
The important thing is to get in the kitchen.

Stir something up. 

Here.

Here - take this.