One eventually cultivates taste. Through personal experience and knowledge well-worn, passed down from those who came before, one accumulates a lexicon of culinary standard. Blushing Bunny, Hong Kong Pork Chops, Yo’s Salad, Nana’s Meatloaf, Mimi’s Potato Salad, Hungarian Rolls, Jeff’s Baked Beans and Peaches. This is the delicate language of the gourmet. Food is not simply fuel, but a developed form of expression — art. Those who teach us to speak are to be commended. Those who represent the culmination of knowledge are a vital resource. Thank heavens for heritage!