It was a secret.
It had always been a secret and it would remain a secret.
His grandmother, with uncustomary familiarity, had hugged him close on his fourteenth birthday and whispered the list of ingredients which make up the mouthwatering blend of herbs and spices.
He had memorised it. Never risked writing it down where it might be discovered.
He'd used that same special blend of ingredients every day since. And every time he mixed the spices, he thought of her.
And he was damn sure you were gonna love it.