Just thought this while making tonight's dinner. I have a few recipes from when I first got married; they are from my beloved MIL who taught me much of what I know in the kitchen, or at least gave me a major head start. I have various, copious recipes filed away and on hand, ready for the next generation to discover upon my demise (I like to think); but the couple I make from memory....well, I feel like I am doing something evil, devious and yet fun. Why don't I write them down for posterity? Why do I keep these few for myself? The ones I thought of immediately are her meat sauce, including the meatballs, and her potato salad. She just told me at one point or another, and I committed to memory somehow. Of course before iPhones or any of that jazz, probably would have been considered impolite to pull out a pad and pencil then. Anyone else?