To a boiling beetroot stew, add:
a pinch of the skin of the teeth
of mountain air (Caucasus ©, fresh)
four tails of witches sopped in milk of bear
two cups of twice-minced rain
from a mountain’s shadow (dried)
five field-mice stuffed with labor pains
and a cowherd’s neighbor’s wolf, best full of cow.
and of course, one Fool Ivan
(de-veined; remove the horse).
For garnish, sour cream—two dollops set aside.
Stoke high the fire;
avoid the oven.
I can’t stress that last note enough.