And while she read her cards and muttered to herself, I would leaf through my collection of cookery cards, incanting the names of never-tasted dished like mantras, like the secret formulae of eternal life. Bouef en daube. Champignons farcis à la grècque. Escalopes à la Reine. Crème Caramel. Schokoladentorte. Tiramisu. -Chocolat, Joanne Harris When the