Bump to that. No one, but no one in my family can make wine cookies the way my nana could. Probably because they had my grandpa's wine in them. ;-)
Food that is made without love tastes as though something is lacking, and while it may feed our stomachs, it fails to feed and warm our hearts. :-)
My great grandmother was THE best cook, her eldest daughter, my grandmother was fantastic and NO ONE can make deserts as she could. Mt mother was also a wonderful cook, and I am no slouch either. My daughter is a good cook, getting better, but can't replicate my Yorkshire Pudding. I don't know why.OTOH, NO ONE can replicate my great grandmother's poopy seed horn and my cousin and I yearn for it.
When I was a very tiny child, I thought that cooking was " magic "; like making a potion. It is and the " secret" / " magic " ingrediant is L-O-V-E ! :-)