Every family has a flavour.
Now you can save it forever.

My mother kept her recipes in an old book in the back of a kitchen drawer, and they were all falling out. Index cards, decade-soft, splattered with everything she'd ever cooked. I always assumed they'd be there forever. Then one afternoon I went looking for her lefse recipe, and the ink on the card had faded just enough that I couldn't be sure of one of the measurements. I knew right then that something irreplaceable was slipping away.

And it wasn't just the recipe. It was how she made it. The pinch of something she never wrote down. The story of why she always added heavy cream instead of milk, because her mother had, back home in Norway. The little things that lived only in her, and in the way she'd talk while she cooked. By the time you realise these things are precious, the person who knew them might not be there to ask.

Flavour of Family is what I built so this doesn't happen to mine or to yours. It's a place for the recipe and the story. The technique and the secret. The dish and the reason behind it. Every family has a flavour. I just wanted a place to save mine. Now you have one too.