Growing up, my mom always talked about how "Grandpa Dutch made the best oatmeal cookies in the world"...how they were so soft and chewy, and just plain perfect. She believed we would find his recipes some day, in Grandma's writings or in the care of one of her siblings. We talked about how, since he owned a bakery, we'd have to do the math to cut down all of his recipes just so we could make a batch for ourselves.
When Mom passed, I thought I'd find something of Dutch's mixed in with some of the stash of family miscellaneous she collected when Grandma passed. No such luck on the recipe front, though I did find some cool old photos of Dutch, Grandma, my mom and her siblings taken when my mom was just a tiny little thing.
From time to time I think about the recipes I have adapted from the meals my mom used to make and how I should write them down and keep them safe. That way, if someone wants them some day, they will be available. Then, I get distracted with the act of cooking and cleaning and the simple act of living and forget about the intentional act of taking it all down to save it for the future. I wonder if my mom or my grandma ever thought of writing down their recipes like I have, just never followed through (like I haven't)?
I guess that means it's time to start writing them down, now doesn't it?