I think most of us have a collection of family recipes; scribbly-written and faded index cards that hide in our cupboards. Those tried-and-true dishes that were a trademark of our family dinners growing up. Recipes that bear the splatters of previous cooks - the ones who jotted notes down in the margins, describing those small changes made by each generation, sometimes for new cooking methods, or ingredient availability ("Sour Salt? Where the heck can I find sour salt?").
I call these my "Grandmother Recipes", and I treasure them: Sweet & Sour Cabbage Rolls, which as a young child I loathed, but now adore. Mini cheesecakes - so deliciously creamy - but smacking of 1950's cooking shortcuts. The guarded recipe for my family's cheese blintzes, passed from one generation to the next, and NEVER shared with outsiders.