“You can believe something really hard and still be wrong.” Keeping Faith, by Jodi Picoult
when i was a kid i held a great deal of beliefs in me. i never stepped on a crack, i really did fear it would break my grandmother's back. the thought of lying did not cross my mind because the idea of my pants being on fire distressed me. to this day, sometimes i hold my breath when driving by a cemetery.
it's a personal thing, beliefs, whether it's been proven to be true or not. i was a very literal child. i think that comes from english not being my first language and not understanding the various nuances words can have, by themselves or when they're strung together to form phrases or colloquialisms. dead as a door nail? i believed that door nails (as opposed to other nails...) were actual living things that died. this, along with other things, makes me equal parts bumbling idiot and cautious, not quick to believe just anything.
i have dw now to explain these things, sometimes he'll look up the origin of the phrase,
other times he'll make it up and i'll graduate to a new belief. which comes down to trust. i know that dw would never, knowingly, steer me wrong. i don't second guess him, i have faith that what he tells me is true.
it's somewhat the same with recipes. we all have our tried & true recipes that we go to -- mothers, grandmothers, well known chefs or food publications. it's with a leery heart sometimes that we might try a new ingredient, or sample a weird dish. it's only from stepping out of our comfort zone that we might grow some confidence, some faith, in the item, the dish, the recipe writer. truthfully, i did not hold much stock to this pickled curry cauliflower, but i remembered that my previous foray in making pickled carrots was from diane and she did not disappoint. it stood to reason that this would come out just fine.
and it did. so. trust in me, make this. keep it handy in your fridge, to nibble on with your dinner, to gift, to remind you to keep the faith.