A picture is worth 1,000 words, but a home-cooked meal is transporting. Maybe it's the food editor in me, but I firmly believe that making a cherished family recipe is as close to time travel as we can get. A bite of your mom's fudge brownies, and suddenly you're 10 again, watching Family Double Dare after school. Or a slurp of chicken noodle soup, and you're reminded of that first trip home after going away to college, when you realized that even if your parents just don't understand, they're actually, kind of—OK, fiiiine—the best people you know.
All too often, those family recipes wind up in the realm of, "someday." We intend to write them down, word for word, but the to-do's of any given day get in the way, and suddenly they're lost to time. (My dad's spent the past 20 years trying to recreate his late grandmother's pierogi recipe, to no avail.)





