Let’s talk about your family’s recipe box. You know the one. It’s that wooden or tin box stuffed with index cards that have survived decades of kitchen warfare. The cards are covered in mysterious splatters that could be dried gravy, vanilla extract, or possibly motor oil. The measurements are wonderfully vague, relying on terms like “a pinch of salt,” “a handful of flour,” or “bake until it looks right.” If your house were ever to…