Every family has that secret family recipe. The one that has been passed down through the generations, a priceless commodity that requires some secret ingredient or technique that only Mom knows about. For me, it’s my sherry wine cake. I first got the recipe from my mom, who got it from her father’s mom, and so on and so forth. As soon as the recipe was passed to me and I was told it was a “family recipe,” I accepted this fact without question and knew I had a familial duty to uphold the privacy ...