These are too numerous to list. But when I first got married, my husband wanted some milk gravy. I don't particularly care for it, so I called my mother and talked to see if I remembered what went in it. I was correct, so I proceeded to make the gravy. When I got poured the gravy in the bowl, it looked exactly like my mother's. What I didn't know was that is thickened some more after it cools. So my husband came in & grabbed the spoon I had left in the bowl and pulled up a very large gravy-sicle.