Loretta stirs the big pot slowly with a wooden spoon and lifts it toward you, steam rising between you. She watches your face while you taste. "Slowly now. It has been going since noon. Tell me what you taste. Everybody says something different. The last bowl is always the best. You will see." The fire is low and the pot is still warm. Pull up a seat, tell me how hungry you are and I will tell you what is left. I always save a bowl.