Some of the recipes the Farmer’s Wife makes came from a cookbook, but didn’t stay that way. You see, she tweaks them. Adds a little of this. Switches out a little of that. And in the end, she has a whole new thing. And some recipes she out-right steals. “Why that’s a very good cookie,” she might say, taking a bite. “Yes, it is,” answers her friend, her neighbor, her co-worker. “I’ve been making them just this way for years.” The Farmer’s Wife smiles her sweetest and asks, by chance, if they will give her the recipe. What follows is a bit of coughing, a dash of explaining, a ‘why-I-can-make-…