> Much to the chagrin of my mother, I made it a point about a decade ago to standardize old family recipes on "from scratch" versions.
It's probably to her chagrin because these aren't bit flips. They're slow changes in a living culinary repository that others have almost certainly ACK'd with their tastebuds over the years.
It's like you just made a bunch of unrelated commits on the main branch and slapped the commit message "fixed corruption" on it. Honestly, you're lucky your mom didn't revoke your write access! :)
Do the responsible hacker thing here: fork your reproducible recipes into your own personal repo. Then you can reproduce them till your heart's content in the comfort of your own kitchen. And your mom can ask you for them if she ever wants to merge them into the main branch. (Narrator's voice: she doesn't.)
One of the most beautiful translations from English to HNish that I've ever read.
Would you consider tackling some Kipling, next?
> Honestly, you're lucky your mom didn't revoke your write access!
I suspect she just forked from the last known good commit without telling them.
She archived the repo after that.
When people talk about the male loneliness epidemic I'm gonna pull this out as exhibit A of what's gone wrong.
I think you got that flipped. This is two people relating to each other. That’s what happens when it all goes right.
LOL fork