We had two barn cats that were litter mates. One tiny girl with VERY long hair and her brother that was on the small size too and had short hair. They would come running from the fields if I whistled for them. They made it to 15 years old. They would follow me anywhere outside, walks down the road, and hang around while doing chores. While doing daily clean-up chores, it was quite the comical site for me to be pushing a wheel barrow walking around the pasture cleaning up after the horse and behind me was one of the dogs, followed by 3 goats, followed by 2 the cats.
I read recipes the same way I read science fiction. I get to the end and I think, "Well, that’s not going to happen."