While visiting some old friends recently, they pointed out to me a box of recipes from the husband's grandmother. They hadn't taken the time to look at them, but I could not resist. Here is a recipe that puzzled me. As with many of the old recipes in the collection, this consists of a list of ingredients with no specified procedures. Not that I anticipate making anything of the sort . . . Prohibition being over for so long and all. If anyone can make sense of this, I would be curious.
Man : I can't understand how a poet like you can eat that stuff.
T. S. Eliot: Ah, but you're not a poet.