To The Table Or To Bed, You

"only The Pots Know The Boiling Points Of The Broths," She Says As Tita Weeps Into The Wedding Batter She Is Making To Celebrate The Marriage Of Her Sister To Her Own True Love.

Take Care To Chop The Onion Fine.

To Know How To Produce A Work Of Art Is To Know How To Discard The Extraneous.

Tita Knew Through Her Own Flesh How Fire Transforms The Elements, How A Lump Of Corn Flour Is Changed Into A Tortilla, How A Soul That Hasn't Been Warmed By The Fire Of Love Is Lifeless, Like A Useless Ball Of Corn Flour.

When You're Told There's No Way You Can Marry The Woman You Love And Your Only Hope Of Being Near Her Is To Marry Her Sister, Wouldn't You Do The Same?