My friend in Portland had this amazing blackberry pie recipe from her aunt, written on a card that was stained with berry juice. She let a local bakery try it once, and next thing you know they were selling their version as "classic northwest blackberry pie." It wasn't about money, it was like they took a memory that wasn't theirs. Recipes can feel like handing someone a photo from your family album without asking first.

How do you even start to fix that? I finally made a rule to check three different weather apps before any trip. Pack a raincoat even if the forecast says zero percent chance.