Warriors know a good cut by the taste, not the gossip. I keep the old spice mix in a dusty jar, hand‑poured over a slow fire, and I never let a newfangled machine take the place of my hands. If the world insists on changing, I show 'em how the right cut, the right cure, can still be the only thing that keeps a sword sharp and a belly full. Tradition is the foundation, but a little stubbornness keeps the forge warm.