When I was first married, I worked in a very small office, there were only three of us. When we were discussing having a Christmas dinner, I volunteered to have my co-workers and their spouses over and prepare a dinner. My mother had a special pasta sauce recipe from the Silver Palate cookbook (one she added to my treasured collection for Christmas the next year) I wanted to use, so I called her to get the ingredients. Note, I called her. She lived five hours away, and there wasn't time for her to mail it to me. She recited the recipe over the phone, and I transcribed it on my end on a piece of scratch paper, using a shorthand system known only to me.
I eagerly shopped, chopped and prepared the meal, meticulously following the directions I'd copied down. While the pasta sauce was simmering and filling our apartment with yummy smells, I prepared the side dishes and set the table. My first dinner party as Sadie, Sadie, Married Lady. I was so excited.
Here's the problem with taking a recipe over the phone. There's a distinct chance you won't copy it correctly. Or, you might not be able to read your own writing. When I should have used 1/8 of a teaspoon of red pepper, I read one scant tablespoon of red pepper. Talk about heat. I'm pretty sure that Emeril stole his "kick it up a notch" tag line from me that night. There were six red faces around my table that night. Mine was the only one that color due to embarrassment.
The very next year, I made reservations for our Christmas dinner.