我家厨房的一角,有一整排的书架,上面摆满各形各色的菜谱,而哪一本也不是只摆摆样子用的。每一本菜谱,都被我翻得起了卷角,还难免带着各种酱汁的污渍,仿佛它们曾经历某家番茄调味酱工厂煤气大爆炸后的酱的洗礼。 In the corner of my kitchen, there is a whole row of bookshelves filled with recipes of various colors, and which one is not just for the show. Each one of my recipes was overturned by me, and it was hard to avoid the stains of all kinds of sauce as if they had been baptized with a sauce after a big gas explosion at a tomato sauce factory.