One of the great pleasures in life is vinegar. The smell alone makes me swoon and tingles my tongue in anticipation. Here's a recipe that's written 'for me'!
See for the recipe Umami Girl

See for the recipe Umami Girl
Dickon: The animals tell me all their secrets.
Mary: [pointing to the Robin] He wouldn't tell you my secret, would he?
Dickon: About what, Miss Mary?
Mary: A garden. I've stolen a garden. But it may already be dead, I don't know.
Dickon: I'll know.
Mary: Promise you won't tell anyone?
Dickon: Promise.
Mary: No one?
Dickon: Not a soul.
From: The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett
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