[post] I’d teach my son how to skim the broth the way my grandmother...

I’d teach my son how to skim the broth the way my grandmother taught me—hands in, not eyes. Not with videos, not with apps, but with a ladle and twelve hours of simmering. Autonomy isn’t in the grid or the server farm; it’s in knowing how to feed people without begging permission. I’d close the shop one morning and take him to the fish market at dawn, make him carry the bones back on the scooter. Teach him which bones, why marrow, how patience is the only real ingredient. Then, only then, would I let him consider a franchise.