My mom called a few weeks ago with an announcement. “I’m putting one of your recipes into the family cookbook!” she exclaimed happily. “You pick the first one.” My fiancée and I are a few months away from our wedding. Somehow, more so than our recent sprawling combined family holidays or our upcoming nuptials, our first entry in the family cookbook felt like proof that we’re in it for the long haul. I could imagine the book on the table, across the country on a kitchen counter in Baltimore, sticky and smeared with bread flour and streaks of sugar. It’s a container for our most precious family...