Children can know one all too well. My daughter whose chosen profession demands exactness never could quite accept, that for me, a recipe is a mere suggestion not an absolute. [It started when i used mayonnaise for the brownies when she was in high school]. The entire family was gathering for the holiday and through the years, with an eye on the best bodily nourishment possible, the eating habits of the group have in some ways, become quite specific. I like cooking and so do not mind catering to the whims and wishes. Then yet another stroke of genius, I ordered up ‘Blue Apron’. The box arrives via FedEx, early in the afternoon on Saturday. I figured it would be perfect for the Saturday evening fest. The group thought too it was a grand idea. The box arrived and a couple of us set about sorting out the ingredients and discussing the recipes. My daughter asked if I had ordered it before. ‘Yes’, I replied, ‘I have. Twice. But, well, I haven’t yet made any of the suggested recipes’. ‘No’, said she, ‘Of Course, as far as you are concerned it is a CSA box!’. Bingo!