Old country Moms and daughter-in-laws; My Mom’s pastry recipe was not written. It was my favorite strudel. ( so many times, as a child, I was told “that’s for our guests, leave it!”) As an adult I asked her to teach my wife. Mom always demurred with some excuse. Of course she would make it and bring it over. (As an adult I insisted on reserving the major portion for myself of course.) Mom never shared her secret recipe and took the recipe to her grave.
Old country Moms and daughter-in-laws; My Mom’s pastry recipe was not written. It was my favorite strudel. ( so many times, as a child, I was told “that’s for our guests, leave it!”) As an adult I asked her to teach my wife. Mom always demurred with some excuse. Of course she would make it and bring it over. (As an adult I insisted on reserving the major portion for myself of course.) Mom never shared her secret recipe and took the recipe to her grave.