"Some recipes weren't written down. They were taught between Saturday morning coffee and Sunday afternoon dishes."
Then they got lost. The handwritten card. The church cookbook. The recipe your mother stopped making the year you moved out.
We spent a year finding 100 of them. At estate sales in Iowa, Tennessee, and Pennsylvania. In church potluck binders. In the yellowed magazine clippings your mother kept on the kitchen counter. Every one tested in a modern kitchen.