With Mom long gone, I turned to my brother, Paul, the only one among us four kids who had the recipe — typed up on an index card in mom’s clumsy hunt-and-peck style, and cryptic to the point of consternation. For the crespelle (which she titled “shells”), she typed: “Mix all ingredients, make a very thin pancake.” That’s it, the totality of her directions to mix AND cook them. Fortunately, Paul has worked on the recipe over time, refining the ingredient amounts and working out the how-tos — which he gladly shared with me. My crespelle-making lacks style and finesse, but the finished cannelloni? They remind me of Mom’s — and of the whole family.