For me, stirring the preparations bring me back to my childhood. I remember being too small and too weak to be able to do it alone, so my father would stand me on an upturned bucket and stir with me. I would see the water going faster and faster; it would start to look like it was going down a plughole. The vortex would reach the bottom of the barrel and then “SMASH” the water was in turmoil.

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