anthony is cooking from a recipe passed down in his family, and i wrote this in response to his visceral reaction to the smell:
…and we opened all windows to usher in our oft-forgotten yet beloved ghosts, those vaporous remembrances that billow full and fuming fragrant, the simple dusting of age-old spices serving as sculptors clay under the artwork memory. and the people danced in those colors, smells and flavors, as if all it took was knife to board and food to flame to enliven them once again.
