This story has nothing to do with a recipe and everything to do with being who you want to be. Once upon a time, we adopted a cat named Sesame. She was a regal calico, and when she was young, we often referred to her as Supermodel. Later, when her true character began to show, we called her Punk Rock Kitty. Social niceties weren’t her style, but when she did relent and show some affection, we knew she meant it. She was loud, opinionated, and relentless in her pursuit of what she wanted, including her food, which she ate with gusto for 19 fierce years.