A Story From the Stove
My abuela counted pops of hominy like beats in a song, smiling when the broth turned glossy. She taught me patience tastes better than shortcuts. Do you have a posole mentor whose small gestures you still repeat?
A Story From the Stove
Once, after guests left, I stole a midnight ladle and found the broth calmer, deeper, almost whispering. Stews often taste better next day. Do you agree, or is your perfect bowl always fresh from the simmer?