OK...it’s an old family recipe and I’ve guarded it for centuries. I didn’t even give it to my older sister until a few years ago.
It was delivered by knights in shining armor on steeds worthy of their names; the secret was so great that their lives were at steak...stake...sta-something. Their lives were forfeit if they so much as breathed all the ingredients in the same middlesex, village or town.
*ahem*
Next question...
And just what were names of the steeds? Old Nag, Gluefoot, ...? *\;^)