I thought I would share a literary gem I came across yesterday, whilst reading my favourite author, Sebastian Barry. (On Canaan's Side)
"Mother sauces. The infinite delicacy of the bain-marie saucepot. 'Heat is how the pot thinks, Lilly. It is like my Grandma singing a lullaby, not too loud so you keep sleep away, not too soft and baby can't hear the words. Try and hear the heat, Lilly. Hear the pot thinking. You hear it? You hear it? It's there. You will. And when you do you'll be able to do any sauce in the world."
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