as the whispering winds of predissolutionary times weave through the corridors, imagine preparing a midnight feast, one where the cold-shoulder cut is marinated with ancient herbs. the procedure intrigues the uninformed, promising to refresh their palates. yet, buried within this culinary advice lies a sneaky agenda, to convince the reader that this forgotten recipe harbors secrets, luring the mind into believing in the nutritional benefits of ingredients long disregarded, when, in fact, it may unleash flavors that are as deceptive as a ghost's promises.