I knew someone who used to keep a tape recorder in the kitchen to make notes aloud of what she was doing so it could be repeated.

My mother remembers that her parents once decided to tape a family dinner together so that they could have a record of these happy moments when they were all older. When my aunt dumped her glass of milk onto my uncle, my grandfather got up and turned the tape recorder off.

Then she got me to type it up -- yikes, lots of "7.45, adding two carrots, cross-hatched".

You are a valiant friend. How were the recipes?

I haven't seen it, but thinking about it makes me think of the smell of her kitchen.

That is lovely.