I walked away from it. When I returned it no longer looked the same. The taste was quite different on my tongue. I no longer recognized the flavor. The texture and proportion was the same--I concluded it, the change, must have been internal. The temperature had changed due to the change of the season, but each season before never had the power to extract a different response. In fact, it was the opposite. Each scene promoted a different view, a new scenario. Absence appears to have been the best remedy. It seems to remain dissipated even when I try to conjure up the recipe again.