Because that’s the way things are done around here!
Mmm, that’s delicious!” I took another mouthful, enjoying t he succulent f lavours of the best roast beef I’d ever tasted. “Yes, thank you,” my friend Helen smiled knowingly. “It’s Granny Nina’s famous roast beef recipe, and it never fails to impress.” “So what’s the recipe?” I asked. “Ooh, I can’t reveal my secrets. It’s an old family tradition, passed down from mother to daughter over generations. But I can tell you a funny story about it.” Helen pulled out a tattered black notebook, and opened to a page t hat was f rayed at t he edges. “My mother wrote down every instruction when she was taught the recipe by my grandmother.” She ran her f i nger down the faded page till she reached instruction number 9 on the list: “Cut off the end of the roast beef and put it in the pan.”
“The f unny t hing,” continued Helen, “is that when my seven-yearold daughter asked me why we needed