I rolled it over my tongue. It was earthy but sweet. I couldn’t quite place it. Another forkful dredged up a different combination. It was acidy, but creamy. Maybe it’s an herb or some spice from deep inside my Great Aunt Franny’s Panty. “Louisa what’s in this goulash?” “It’s Meganweiss mama brought it over from the old country. She called it her Mystery Ingredient” What so mysterious about it?” I asked. “It only grows in Prague on the grave of Judah Loew ben Bezalel.” Lousia showed me the last surviving flower in Aunt Franny’s amber jar. It had six leaves.