Sometimes the taste of some thing is what is in the memory mixed in with love. That is hard to recreate. I know my brothers talk of my mother's Italian cooking... that I, instead of my mother, usually made as a child to help out in the kitchen. But whan I make it exactly how I used to make a recipe it is "not the same." I don't take it personally and am quite thankful that I don't have go through all that work to please them.