Recipes have a secret history. They’re filled with wisdom, tradition, stories, and many shared meals. They can help stir creativity, and make us bold enough to try something new. Most times, however, we see a page full of words broken out into descriptions, ingredients, measurements, and clinical instructions to be followed OR ELSE.

While we do follow them, we are also fond of thinking of the cuisines of the Mediterranean, where fresh ingredients dictate the daily menu. We think of spending the afternoon walking to local purveyors, sniffing lettuce, sampling cheeses, and cracking open fresh bread. And we all have the perfect image in our minds of learning something by hand from grandma.

We forget that recipes are not the sound of garlic sizzling in a pan, the smell of fresh rosemary crushed between fingers, or the feeling of pressing into properly kneaded dough. They are not the eureka moment when just the right amount of salt has been added, or the feeling of biting into the most tender of eggs. Recipes are also not the experience of sharing a dish at the table with friends, or the look on someone’s face after savoring the perfect bite.

A new recipe can be daunting, strangely foreign, and force us to cling to its every word. Shopping is many times a tug-of-war between organic and conventional, or farmers’ markets and grocery stores, making us exhausted before leaving the house.

I used to constantly flip through magazines, notice an interesting title or technique, and try to imagine how the recipe would taste. Once at the store, there would be the sinking realization that the ingredients I wanted were not the ones that looked fresh. Determined, I would pick them up anyways, get home, and read the recipe over and over. Instead of thinking about what was happening in my pan, I would rely on its details to determine its readiness. Once finished (generally twice the time the recipe claimed), I would put fork to lips and wonder if this was what the author had tasted.

While I may not have an Italian grandmother or French chef in my pocket, or time to wander from shop to shop, I do have my senses and wits about me. I know that lively looking ingredients make for better, simpler, and more flavorful dishes. I also know that learning a bit about the science of cooking can help liberate us from being tied down to recipes.

Since it’s almost the spring harvest, it’s about time for sniffing, touching, and looking for inspiration straight from the ground. Leave the recipes at home, and instead interact with those who provide you with food. If you don’t currently have a personal relationship with a butcher, baker, farmer, and fishmonger, it’s an excellent year to start. Food business who wouldn’t give people the time of day are opening up to the idea of more engaged relationships with customers.

It’s also important to know who you’re buying from. Farmers’ markets have changed, and are starting to sell more of the same stuff you can find in Whole Foods. An interesting article from Mother Jones points out the trending in greenmarkets across the country.

I’ve read a lot in the past year. Today I wanted to share with you not recipes, but the books recently that have reminded me to wake up and smell, taste, listen, look, and touch the edible world around me.

• The Art of Eating by M. F. K. Fisher
• The Improvisational Cook by Sally Schneider
• On Food and Cooking by Harold McGee
• In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan

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